nineteen winters and I barely remember the blue eyed girl I once was
funny, how my eyes turned grey-lit as the pavements that I've walked on for half of my life
funny, how it sounds like so many years passed by- while it barely feels like I've blinked two times
nineteen winters and now i'm ashes and burned orange flames in the spirales around my pupilles
I'm too many words for a poem and too less to be called a short story, I'm a...
Book not written yet

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I've got trauma and I mix it with drama cause that's what I've been called for expressing who I am
Was getting lost in the sommernightsdream-
too soon for a child barely able to contain what it has seen?
oberon, titantia and fae
adults would look at me with mockery
like, I imagine Zeus does while pretending to be in control
one snap and the earth quakes
I want the earth to snap in half and shed its skin
I'm done with being nice but I can't seem to get out of my own skin, huh what a shame
I hear the wardrums like it's my blood circulating
Can you feel the rush as it's hurting me?
I am...