- Hannah Flowers
i have known small and dim
the inside of a cardboard box
one singular beam of light
streaming through a tiny hole
warped edges from rainfall
not even a cobweb to grace
the saddest little home
but i know how to work with nothing
and you are so much
a swirling mass in the night sky
a great tidal wave tsunami
the heavens and the earth as one
a field of lavender and violets
you are the winning lottery ticket
and i don’t know what to do with it all
so i gamble you away
and so i pull from the root
and so i sin and never pray
and so i abandon my route
and so i stay inside at night
so i don’t have to look at you
because i can’t face the truth
because i just can’t handle you