Walking home

The tiny drops of water hanging loosely on my hair, 

These eyelashes, 

It feels heavy to look through a midnight moon

My lungs collapse in a winter’s cold

My tears are frozen on the inside 

The blood prints of my feet…

trailing my path,

My present fails as it fades

This heart beats on

As I walk on water,

Into a sunset we call home

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Hummingbird

With a broken voice,

Sounds of her weeping guitar

She darts like a humming bird

Among falling branches

 

Will she be free?

From the violent hands

Dad is a drunk

and I hide in the closet

 

She says, “It is alright”

Kissing my forehead

Her cold lips are bruised,

Is it blood?

or tears?

that I feel on my skin

 

when did the roses decay?

Or they became bruised

Fallen to the ground

Where angry feet creased their petals

 

The frames are broken,

The pictures are in the flames

The vows are the ashes,

of yesterday

When she was a humming bird,

Chirping in the early spring

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