Regal-Pinion

My sister and I would play in the woods alone. I could recall simple imagery, like the noise the twigs upon the earth would make when they snapped under the weight of our feet, or the rich brown of the dead leaves left over from many previous Autumns and neglected by countless bashful Springs. Perhaps it was because we were children and completely immune to the strangeness of banality that it never occurred to us how seemingly odd it was that one of our neighbors had painted her house in a gradient pattern that, if her home were not surrounded by the tall trees of our secluded New Hampshire town, it would be camouflaged each morning by the r

this heartless hot mess heat death leave's us restless you're this silent songstress with sweet lullaby deep breaths burning grip upon my wrist pixie-leading me through the mist if I'm the fey then I insist I tend to wander off alone Into forests of wet leaves Don't know the meaning of home In a world of cement and green Find assorted twigs and stones Vaguely shaped like me Save for two single leg bones Among the severed fingers of trees Certain pleasures are bestowed But not all precepts are received Catch the curtain before it's closed To watch the fourth wall dance and bleed Can't tell faux friend from foe Faces match from what I see

I feel like time is burning As I dance upon this smoldered ground I feel it's disconcerting To know the truth will not be found I feel like I am yearning To watch the world come crashing down I feel your need for learning To match the language of the town With these broken legs, in the name of hope I sprint You may be an iron fortress but I see you in a rusted tint You're throwing fires surrounded by all these flaming hints My bones are splintered bound by birch tree splints Matches scrape against my rigid tongue My teeth (frost)bite memories of when we were young A hart wearing hunter's hide hidden with clever scum Flowers truly rise pra