Edible

And I guess

we’re all

edible,

letting ourselves be

(or yet being able to stop from being)

devoured by our

expectations,

environment,

and

egos,

being swallowed whole

by the earth

and its many woes.

Economy of Shells

There’s a unique

currency

at the oceanfront,

offered by the generous waves,

eagerly scooped up by

children

and lovers,

a rich, extravagant gift

of sandy

fortune.

Rebellion

We all carry hearts

that want to

resist

rebel

riot —

let our rebellion

be against inequality,

disrupting a system

that never saw

our defiant hearts

coming

for it.

Fanart: Villanelle, Killing Eve

my chest echoes

with the cries of my monster,

devoting anything that’s not you,

to a psychopath’s slaughter;

the monster in me

has a single-point view:

the only thing it wants

is the monster in you.

-L.M.G.

Misunderstood

How can all of our hearts

drum the same, ironic beat:

 

i’m misunderstood

i’m misunderstood

i’m misunderstood

-L.M.G.

Color

When you’re

seeking something

to be grateful for,

look upon the sunset

and recall

how wonderful it is

that creation wasn’t formed

in only black and white.

Death

Thunderstorms

and hurricanes

deceive us

when they change course,

letting us believe

that disaster can

weave around us,

when death is a tempest

that will not miss.