Branches Book

BRANCHES

I wouldn’t say I’m sensitive, but these walls have this romantic way of making Trepidation feel like perfect company. I’ll gladly stay right here and enjoy my time in the sky. What I mean is, I am afraid of letting myself be torn asunder. At least nothing bad can reach me. I fly high above like hummingbird. I’ll fly through meadows where no one and nothing will know where I’ll go. Not even my wings. I am swept up by clouds and my throat stings with the ache of sunlight. I will myself to believe that I enjoy the burn.

Flight response.

LIGHTNING

They say calm down but all of this lightning is trapped inside of my mouth so it’s not like I ever really had a choice. Snap, Crackle, or Pop? Me, pop. I mean I’ve got this violent tendency to see happiness and want to pop it.

Stare deep into this pit of my wrath

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