flicker out | poem

what a short, miserable life you have lived born in a tree and dead in the styx marshes of despair and pity and pain all of your own accord, nothing more to sustain irreproachable on paper, but ultimately flawed in practice and design hanging from street lamps as if you’re alive what a short, miserable…

queen in a clock at 6

Never mind your potential. Never mind your sacrifices and courage. Never mind your hours of work and diligence and persistence. Never mind the time it took and the tears it took and the friendships it took and life it took. Mind it no more. It’s time for you to look beautiful and gaze upon the…