Hannah FlowersStand tall like a tree
Limbs wrap around like branches
Black bark and red leaves
Sanguine familiarity
Lines and curves and edges
Splinters in my fingertips
But I keep climbing
I want to see all of you
I want to see what you see
Getting into trouble, knowingly
For the dimples in your cheeks
For all of the possibilities
These strong roots hold you down
This tender bark shelters bees
If you want to taste the honey
You have to take the sting
what once was sacred is cursed perhaps it could be worse the temple at which i’d pray overrun now by this wraith my messiah led me astray that’s what you get with blind faith my friends were also fool
can you feel me looking at you? can you hear me whisper to the moon? in the same way i felt you refrain heard the breaking of these chains as i tried to hold onto your frame after i had been an earthq
you asked me to meet you in a dream yes, i will, i replied swiftly for a moment’s pleasure seems far more important than honesty. have you ever watched a mushroom grow? some have spores which, at nigh