15

danger in leaving

someone will eat me someone

will cook my bones and my

blood will drip

with intent of staying alive

fear of flailing back

with a missing backbone

and hands that hold

the crushed wings of the blodied

moth, from the rouge prairies

of the sky

the world folds in

like a cape

drenched in the laughs

and the loves

and the tears of coming home

i never do

i never do