Earthly Own

A Girl Weathered

All they use is grammar to change me

sometimes words are but ashes in the wind.

Scrolls of a history of letters that mankind

bleed and start wars over and fixate with

a stare that freeze you with music and

shivers.

The day is never over with characters

that stain parchments and red scripts

recording the drama of declining heights.

Falling from Rome hurt like a ditch in

and out of blank verses, like a stitch that

came undone and born a babe

in the woods.

A flamethrower from the inside of a diamond

fetched the white girl's broken plight.

A result of my disbelief in the darkened dazzle

of the woman my fiction lover was courting.

She broke a stupid nail and cried,

and his soul spilled.

Why can't we just live in the moment?

To write with steady hands, instead of art

by the blood and tears of a broken heart.

Dreamy days with sprinkles of Coachella

and nights of adrenaline thrills.

All I ask is one day.