2.
physical proof that you’re breathing
right there
in a crystalline cloud
as you exhale
of course
they gave us song
and a saviour
to compensate for
bleached earth
3.
what’s left is spongy neutrals,
the excited melodies of
awakening, before
acknowledging
the wasteland
for what it is
once again feasible that
humans are heroes and
you haven’t fucked me
over just yet
4.
wear moonlight
like grace, the
resistance necessary
to exist as an entity
and not an archetype
how fragrant
the lilacs are
as i don’t fall in love with you
the way you feel entitled to