#11

When tears plummet from the
skies like it's never going to.
End.
and when rain drips from your
eyes like it's the ______First you've been
h u r t,
it's clear to the soul:
practicing ice and
beauty yields jealousy
that
creates cracks in our bones
and if
she imagines, all the things that everything could be,
the
world
could
do
the
same.