I would like to take your serration
and run it over the tender part...
When the snow flurries
and the sun slices...
Tiny pretty things
fall like stars...
Winter warmth
felt icy, so I ran...
I hunger
like the moon...
after the monsoons
puddle the red earth into clay...
i’m sorry i’m a cracked wall
i know...
I put myself in a little box
one that shuts...
You threw your accusations
Twisting truths like a knife...
I remember children running through the house
cats hiding under the couch...