random
the aftereffects of ocean waves
i stepped on a puddle and drowned
and my head is underwater and i’m looking around
and all i hear are familiar sounds of wind chimes and children so
i sing and pretty bubbles come out of my mouth
novel excerpt.
she reads a lot.
but novels, not so much.
she likes poetry because poems are often not about
tim or tom or daisy or doll
they are about you.
it’s like reading a song where you get to pick the tune.
and in these books, she found pieces of herself.
which was something so dear to her.
because so much of her was lost.
when she was young
she wore her heart on her sleeve
and gave out pieces of it to others
unconditionally
but they broke those pieces and left her
and now she had these holes in places she couldn’t reach
and if only band-aids could fix a broken heart