You had fallen before you fell


Your tears

scatter and sting

like a hive

of bees

as you wonder

in full dream



not seen…

until a mirrored tree

smooth and

stripped of splinters

gifted you

a View

fully awake

now you know

You Had 

Fallen Before

You Fell.

The wounds

on your hands

and knees

and Everywhere


were never

from the ground…

As you looked up

the sky locked

with your eyes

and the clouds

soaked up

your tears.


About the artist:


*can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects.

*mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women

*blows kisses to the clouds.

*is currently writing the Suburban Dictionary

*is a third born unicorn

*cannot petition the sun for flare

*wears metaphorical pants and monsters.

*is 55% German, 35% Swedish, 20% English, 99% night owl,

*one of these strange days she will be caught in the celebration of the lizard.

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