the pen
in my hand
is all i have
all that makes me
understand
that sheep and i
are rather alike
we both don’t know
how to fight
that records spinning
is the secret to winning
and every bad day
is improved with singing
stairs hold magic
staff rooms beg for art
the world moves too fast
and so does my heart
romance is bubble wrap
real lovers will try that
pointe shoes are lifelines
and we were made to fly
That when light leaves eyes
We don’t truly die
My fingers are stained
From tucking bluebells between pages
To have three leaves
Is incredibly lucky
Teeth are pulled
Windows love being open
My new house is waiting
For me to make myself home in
Breakdowns make great dates
When you’re with someone you love
The traumatised children
Are all I can think of
I paint my nails black
We will always have time
I love poetry more than
The spiders on my spine
I am rooted in community
My pain now has wings
Being open, exposed
Has shown me beautiful things
Life is sublime
My mother can drive
I really am trying
All of the time
The moon is my friend
Duchess of the sky
I will remain writing
Long after I die.
16:05pm - 07/05/26