her heart isn’t shattered
it’s defeated,
depths of its final
landing, unknown
to many.
but to those who
greet her,
the many who
survive the fall,
they’ve found the truths in and of love
and have vowed
to show her


I dreamt of green,
a place where
I’m not forgotten.
to be me,
writing as easily
as I breathe.
Yet, I wake cautious
clinched fists and
arms wrapping,
teeth clamped
with yellow hues
covering my body,
freezing in how
I’m seen.
maybe dreamland
is my preferred
I never said healthy.
the discovery of red,
as it would, obviously,
kill me.
So let me wander,
escape common,
a captivating me,
if you can’t watch
then leave.