The tree nods its head
Beckons birds to its arm boughs
Safe nested in womb.
i do not know which
tastes better: my mother's blood
or my father's tears
Our eternity
Wilting like a fragile rose
Forged in plastic thorns
We slice with cruel words
then pretend our wounds don't bleed.
Blind pain denies stains.
The sun descended
upon his hasty demise
the day she turned mute
And the love she felt
Ran oh so far away. Not to
Come another day
life starts to unfold
running free at five days old
stay free that's the goal
Agony subsides
And death is not lenient
There is no return
Catapulted swift
Thrusted into loves embrace
View of shackles hide
It was oh so quick
That bullet penetrating
I'm gone, you're alone