I am an empress of words previously unheard,
Maimed hearts and cornfields,
Rust coloured dirt and snow-covered cars,
Patent leather shoes for feet that are too big to fit into any mold given to me by the world.
It is calamity I search for, pain,
It is happiness I bring,
You see, I am a conqueress,
Of chipped paint and skinned knees,
And free ice cream cones,
Because everything is better free
And everyone is better broken.
My empire leaves a taste in your mouth like spring rain,
Like you took a drink from the detritus of fall’s leaves,
And everything dead is renewing itself on your skin,
Because you see, I can regenerate past into present,
Break bone to save my skin,
And speak to be ignored,
But the trees change colour in autumn, and
There are lanterns at eventide, strewn across the sky,
And I see your eyes there, if I stop looking closely.
Jade sparkles at me from the arcane corners in this
Dilapidated house, cobwebs, nightlight smell of burnt mosquitoes,
Roasting under the Balkan moon,
Breathing in the darkness until I am as much a part of everything
As everything becomes me wholly. And it doesn’t matter,
Which way either of us goes, the only thing that is crucial
Is that we recognize our need for each other,
Mother Nature, I have always wanted to tell you this,
I have always wanted you to understand that I am so grounded
That I cannot reach the sky anymore,
And I don’t know if I can survive
My whole life, not sitting upon the crevice of the moon.
But I will try.

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