Living

wingedpiglets:

is there a right way to do it?
These days,
I have lost myself:
not in the highs, the news telecasts,
or her eyes.
In a moment.
I am
somewhere in the universe.
I am
every episode of Friends, yesterday’s breakfast burrito,
every 3 a.m. conversation.
I am.
I have shattered myself
into a million tiny pieces,
and it is scary but
liberating. 

I. EVACUATION
run
without thinking. 
let your feet slap 
the pavement. you need
to get out of here before
they burn you alive. 
i know it hurts. sometimes
you have to
save yourself first.

II. VIRGINITY
no footprints in the snow.
you’ve not yet learned to
not let everyone in.

III. BLESSED CHILD
you’ve been vandalized
you throw your body
off of cliffs
so you can know how
it feels to fly.
you’re branded and scarred,
and you only know
how to smile.

fire, ice, and heaven // a.s.m

there’s pressure 
beneath this existence:  
splintering 
the boarded up walls warping
the foundation
providing no security or time 
to ask questions or 
listen for answers.
only to see and know 
what it is to exist. to breathe
what is right in front of you. 
put your ear to my chest
just once before 
it stops beating; 
become familiar with the sound
of the world 
coming to an end.

beside me // a.sm