At most, it felt cold.

When you held me it felt cold. At most, it felt cold. I wasn’t sure why you were there, Appearing in the space, Where my mother should have been. I thought if I gleaned a promise from my father, That I would remain first in his eyes, It wouldn’t matter that your presence, Signalled somethingContinue reading “At most, it felt cold.”

If Emotions Were Coats

I’m watching a cracked screen, Thinking, ‘would it be mean if I just told you I was angry for no reason?’ To hand you my anger, like a coat worn through a storm — An emotional passover to quell the locust storm of strange feelings, ones that don’t have names yet. I wonder, am IContinue reading “If Emotions Were Coats”