"I don't want to disguisewhat these words really are, though:a collage of mismatched contemplations. Over time I've realized this is more of a valley walk than one of a bucolic meadow."
Nikayla wrote:slumber - Number Twenty-sixthere, you stood alone, brooding in the praire. backto an old oak tree,hoary with age. inside, an owl slumbered, silent.
Nikayla wrote:May - Eighty-sevenMay approaches and I stillhaven't worked up the courageto try and talk to you. Butthat's okay, because summerand I will be reunited soon.Never let us be together,or we'll want to be forever.
Nikayla wrote:April - Number Eighty-eightMother's name. A month that I havebloomed over the course of. May welearn how to tie our shoes and ride our rusted bikes.
Nikayla wrote:Dandelion - Number Eighty-nineI made a wish with a dandelionthat you would never speak to me again.Let's just hope that holds.
Nikayla wrote:universe - Number Seventy-twosupposedly, the big bangpuked up the universe,i guess we're similarin that aspect.
Nikayla wrote:famine - Number Seventy-threehead throbbing,i lay on the bathroomfloor, half-dressed. thisis when i am at my rawest.this is when i am aching.only time can heal these wounds,this wretched flu. i can't lookinto the light, so i leave them off.i can't keep down breakfast,so i don't. i can taste the bloodin the back of my mouth, and i thinkthat this is how famine tastes.i've thrown up in the bathroom sinkthree times this morning, and itwon't be the last.
Nikayla wrote:summer is - Number Seventy-foursummer is freshly cut grassand the remnants it leaves behind.summer is frigid popsicles, brokenin two and dripping on the sidewalk.summer is the two and a half monthsi don't have to see your face.
Nikayla wrote:dawn and dusk - Number Seventy-fivethere is one thing i want youto remember when i am gone,is that dawn will return to duskand that dusk will return to dawn.
Nikayla wrote:Brevity - Number Seventy-sixDear Father,Forgiveness and your namewill never be in the same line,except maybe this one. I do not need to justify these words.For you do not deserve the flicker of my tongue. May you live in brevity, andin my darkest thoughts.
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