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