Poetry
Inherited
What about the girl
Who brought down the tower of lies
To save her family?
She walks alone.
They chose to live
Amongst the rubble
Instead.
They delivered
All the things
Love is not
In tiny
Mislabeled
Packages.
And yet,
I always knew.
Transparent
Folding Chairs
Sure, you’re sorry
Today.
But what about
Every other day?
And what about
All those other times.
You know.
I wonder how many of us there are.
I wonder how many of us
Sat next to them
In folding chairs
And waited
For apologies
That never came.
My heart is a wolf
With fur
That dances
In the cool moonlight
Unwavering.