I don’t like it when you touch me.

We try to make it black and white but it’s not black and white

My uncle is watching the football game.

A mind trapped in a cage, a cage made of melded steel poisoned with detrimental ideals.

It used to be called the black because it was natural and came straight from the earth.

cacophony, car windows open, sky—

Is the color you see when you close your eyes.

it is only in the sleepless nights when my mind dreams of sunsets on the atlantic coast with a lighthouse

It has become physically impossible for me to cry.

I can’t imagine what it must feel like to cry

together.

predatory purgatory

sore wings beat upon clear sky

On a teetering web-like swing, two children sit, legs swinging in the wind as if they are running through the sky.