Deep and Dark

I sit outside until I can breathe

Spring is nostalgia wrapped in blackberry vines

The only things I grow have thorns

Cactus, rose, those brambles

Of sweet pre-berry pain

I walk this like a tightrope

Undo the work you did

To make myself new

To make this place mine.

Clear the land enough to build a fire

And burn it away

Sleeping beauty would be safe

In this house

I curve the roses into walls

Braid them into chainlink

Ignoring the sweet sting on my hands

I sit outside in trees enough

To make a forest deep and dark to hide in

I will need more than breadcrumbs

To forge a way back home.