braeburn

it was perfect there
but I was blind
~
sheltered nourished hidden
I just knew I was tied down
-god forbid-
plucked my little body
off this withered branch
"you're too old how could you understand"
ran away (down the street)
hid myself and said that I was fine
but now I'm buried here
in a gutter

alone

brittle leaves blow past me
crumble as they go
raindrops that used to bead
upon my skin
gather up and drown me
-what I would give to just go back
-to be whole again
still full of smiles
skin glows healthily
while these blackened seeds,
long since burried
have become putrid-
my core
nothing more than
applesauce