Instructions of the Beasts
By: Kaylee Phan
Each day another piece should be gone
Iron out the wrinkles in your cheeks
Throw away the bags under your eyes
Mow the lawn of lush lying upon your head
Tear away a heart that drips of blue misery
Replace it with space
An empty space for unfiltered thoughts
Give up your lungs that stopped your breathing
That stopped your living
Your healing
Your forgiving
The love that bloomed
Into a body that was no longer there
That was not ready
To be struck down once more
PHOTO CREDIT:
LAUREN O'MALLEY