Jessica S

Faith

From the bottom

To the top

I climbed the mountain of my rock

and looked out to see

the eye of the storm

and the rainbow that comes after

The snow fell, and quieted the earth

The purity of white must be something to get along with

in silence, I followed along

My toes cold and my breathe still waiting on the weather, that will blow me towards a white fleece and maybe my blanket will fall and I will walk with…

Jewelry

I walk through squalor,

My feet and hands roaming through the dirt

I have dreams of you covered in a darkness, swimming in a sea of bleach. Your face clean, but my head dances with thoughts of darkness. A Black Sea

Something like the phantom, came and took my love away.

And the angels promised me, another day, cloaked in gold. Surrounded by rose

In the faces. In the wrinkles. In the voices, in the spirits

And not just another Christmas, another thanksgiving dinner

When you appear thankful for nothing and the knife I cut with is aimed right back on you.