Dancing inside makes me sing. Music turns winter into spring. Dancing inside lights up my world. Lyrics give me wings like birds. Dancing inside all the time.

Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone

I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.

Woah. The bright sky Makes me want to live, And the grass Smells too good to miss.

Listening to you sleep, I’m in grace. Each breath a prayer. Every rustle a litany. You don’t know how loud you are

That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:

I cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.

Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me

In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,

That’s why she died– Because she never let anyone hold… She didn’t trust herself. She didn’t let anyone love her Or touch her

Things I wish I could say Would be I miss you, I love you, I want to be with you,

If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?

I can’t cease to think about him. His bitter way only warms my heart… He frightens me and excites me. He always heightens my senses. He makes my heart hurt.

I find it funny That I raised myself From the cradle To the grave. I never got a chance to be a baby.