Cecily Grace Poet Free verse

season

strawberry milk and blood dripping from mosquito bites

i always loved summer

until i grew up

the heat makes me evil

headaches split my head into tiny pieces 

ice cold water consuming my too tan body, death toying with me, close but not close enough

trees never providing enough shade, too selfish to share the breeze, too beautiful to hate

stupid books my mother piled on my bedside table

too occupied to kill myself, and too lazy to care

i'll end it in the winter



dalmatian spotted knees and cigarette burns

i always hated winter

until i grew up

skin so pale you can powder your nose in the reflection of my breast

coffee with milk and no sugar

the cold makes me feel real, perhaps i am, or perhaps i need another smoke

i stay indoors and i read and i write and i paint and i feel

i find anomalous comfort in the rot

too lazy to kill myself, and too occupied to care

i'll end it in the summer

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