pines of the child's grief

Child is shivering with

nervousness

Pain squeezing out of

pores

The fog has blurred

the vision

Child will lose this,

W

i

l

d

F

i

g

h

t

Peeling fresh

cells

Slowly feeling the

teasing

Deconstruction

Begins

Where is the bluebird when

you need her?

Hiding inside

Under the collective

rain,

Under the collective

gin,

Or wine, maybe whiskey, perhaps the

party-girl tequila

The child is dying

Where is the bluebird when

you need her?

Do you hear that god?

I am dying, someone, please, save me.

Raising arms for holy

skin

Piece them back

together

If you can

Trying to escape

subtle life

The child can

yield no more

The whole world must die for them to

prevail

The whole world

must die.

What horse will sacrifice this

home?

What bird will carry this child to

safety?

Blistering through collective pines of grief.

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Cover Photo by Dave Morgan.