My mind swirls backwards
to a place where knees hugged my chin...

It's that time of year
when veins of a leaf...

I've become uncomfortable
with pillow clouds that dance...

What happens when the swing
breaks from laughter under...

The feelings I have choked upon
for days upon endless days have...

Summers drenched
upon sweaty fingers...

I've scraped surfaces
of what needs to be...

I embrace wisps of frigid cold in winter,
for I am alive...

We truly are caligrafy-
wordy emotions dripping...

Our love is so strong
it can't go wrong, he whispers...

Caught inside the secret hopes
of a head banger fantasy, I was...

Hello Mom P-
It's been a year and ten months...