My Walk

I took a walk today
And saw an amazing thing

Then I stopped
And saw beautiful things

So I began walking again
Then I saw you

QuickSand

Each step away
Sinks further into quicksand

Each vine I grab for
Breaks sooner

And I fall deeper
Trying not to disturb the sand

Still I know
I am being buried alive

Place a box
Climb higher and higher
One on top of another
Pink borders, and a Christmas Tree
For character

With a blond smile
A white bloom takes over
And the ice fairy
Will only find home
Atop mountains

Shadows and walls
beneath the folded paper

Dry ink melts
under tears

and the ripped paper
is slowly placed

Before I started I
was broken puzzle pieces

With only birth
and twelve houses to blame

Your words are warm stone

They smell of sugared sewage

They sound like blooming flowers from persistent weeds

They look like peaceful lies

They taste like wild-berry liquor

They feel like all the safety I want

And all the pain I don’t