Winter warmth
felt icy, so I ran...

I use the white noise of tv
to numb the voice...

I crave it deeply
passionately...

When the snow flurries
and the sun slices...

like being erased.
like being snuffed out...

When does it become too
late to want...

Like a pinwheel spinning
a child dances...

Laughing, laughing
spinning, shouting...

when you tell me that
I'm beautiful...

This morning I woke up shaking.
Scared and shaking so hard...

Lookin at these broken tatters
seems like my wings don't matter anymore...

what do you call the
'what ifs...