curse the bad, smile gently

.

no, today wasn’t the day I wrote

I didn’t sink in the matter

sticky fingers didn’t fill with substance

sweet galaxies did not drip off my skin

or linger on my tongue

rich flavor?

just with the right heavy undertones

bitter cherries, crimson dripping

tasty

too tasty

makes me crave

choose stars of your hands

they’re painted on your arms

don’t fear the bad

the rain won’t wash them off your soul

nothing will

painted freckles, neurons build on water

silence that breaks

monotones that swell

take a moment to hush your blood, child . let yourself breathe

just one sigh at a time

treat your lungs with pride . not with pain

.