When they tell you this, that you are nothing more than what they take from you,tend.
Crawling on the soil,she does not think of the wormstwisting between her toes, or the snake’s nest nearby.
In the future,(the one I have imagined)there is a room stacked with books.
In a small living room
There was a coat rackAnd a glass of dusty water
Let the grief sit there,untouched.
Once upon a time, there was a little ship named Charles. Charles was small and powerful, charging over great waves…