The sun smiles again, she has been healing, again. Soon to be reborn.

The moon is in my sign, and my mind is on my heart. There are lovers, laughing and living, right across the aisle, undeterred by icy winds and my icy stare, which softens when I remind myself that it is not their fault that they are happy, and that I am not. I try to…

All I wanted was to see her again, and again, in any place, and in any capacity, because she stripped me of my sad days, and made me consider the quiet kindness of happiness. Her hand plunged into her pocket, lips, lost in a kiss, breathless, breaking down and born again, without a sin, or…

These days, I am owed to too many people. Second after second, they shred their share from my skin, chattering as they chew. It’s never about how good I taste, and always about how hungry they are.