a girl who can make something out of nothing underneath the night sky when I’d rather be anywhere but asleep and haunted by the negative space of dreaming.I’m a fire starter, throwing sparks each time our matchstick bones come together in the house we built with our bodies.I keep the sun in a jelly jar, white hot where my soul should be. I’ve rearranged my organs, learning patience while I wait for rainbow prisms of light to shine through my glass skin. I break so easily when I toss my heart around my rib cage to hear the music echoing in emptying chambers as i sew love to my sleeve.I’m a small town girl with the swerve of city eyes; but I’m not ruined yet because I bought a map of the continents at the gas station and push-pinned my route forward.I’m not a runner, but I go.. and go.. and go.
I’m a cloud watcher-
