The Weight of a Thousand Bullets

I crave that lingering taste of metal Different from the salty metallic taste of blood But I bite the insides of my cheeks anyway Anything that will be reminiscent Of that feeling when the barrels on my tongue I know I’d never held a gun But my finger finds a home on the trigger far…

How Precious I Am

I remember exactly how many stars Were still floating in the sky that morning And I could count how many moons ago With every knick in my nails I think it’s my favorite story When I finally learned how precious I was I was using the earth as my bed And the morning dew as…

Our Bed of Wildflowers

The drops of wisdom Hiding in the corners of your eyes Teach me As they fall upon these forests we’ve cultivated Oh how you’ve welcomed all the seeds I’ve sown All the stretches I’ve set ablaze All the storms I’ve called in to uproot its beauty All the pain decomposing now beneath its growth And…