[I am June]

this winter, my shell cracked

upon long waves of war sounds

that drown me in notes

I once hit with a wink

and a flick of my hair

~
every inch of bravery folded into clouds

~
razor cut the edge of a moment
flood me with fading laughter,

if sunsets ever follow
in the underbelly of a tear
along the bloody streets of now.

~
I am a shadow of my brave self

embracing a storm of echoes

as I leave my forced smiles behind

inashadow