You hold my hand and I don’t sparkle and splinter like a dandelion  My roots rustle and carve harsher tracks I marvel at the music I learnt to clench my fists and dig my nails in to  Each word is so angry and I can’t help but wonder what all of that aimed to do …

The sky is bright purple And my eyes are bright red  There’s a memory of walking underneath a sunset with my grandma that rings out loud in my head  And I wonder why I constantly train myself to linger at the edge Or do I linger  Did I not try Did you not put hands…

You hand me flowers and I cave Forget all my built up rage The screaming match I dreamt about Words I speak in ink but not out loud I rush to find a vase to keep the flowers safe Anger cased in words hidden deep in shade Draw scenes of brightest colour Long for one…