Dying/Living

Hello

They’re all dying

We can’t bring them back

We’ll see them again

Just not yet

 

Rabbits and butterflies are all but gone

The sky ate them

The ground drank them

And now all is dead

All is wet

 

Words on a page

They ask for prayer

I accept

But I can’t

I have nothing to receive

It’s a lie

 

A haunted boy

A saddened girl

They meet and then

Twitterpation

More rabbits

More butterflies

 

Numbers are concrete

But mean nothing

Words are nothing

But mean everything

They make us live

They make us die

They make us

 

Four-star rating stabs me like a knife

Shapes can’t explain

They can’t define

How I feel

Who I am

 

Hello

We’re all living