C&B 8/18

their chests rising and falling
outstretched, messy
drunkenly taking up spaces

they are unaware
that they are whole
beings
they have the power to
change
they are
beautiful

altered, under
the influence
their chests
rise and fall
slowly
quietly

almost sleeping now
lost in a dreamland
of calamity
and these green mountains

they have no idea what they want

once they
figure it out
it will
be
too late

and dreams will seem
like beautiful beings
changing.

Dowry

saving up
those memories
like some sort of
dowry for my heirs

as though
i were queen of
a place of pain
collecting rubies of misfortune
diamonds sparkling loneliness
ruling over
a land
that has no idea

turn the key
open the rusted lock

let all the hurts out

reveal what's inside
what i've saved up
all these years

little mementos
little reminders
that i was there
that i lived through it