Winslow

and I've asked myself a million times why didn't just take my sisters and nine and all of the hate we leave behind and all those bottle tears in leaves but remove the velvet from between her vertebrae and all the holes lead deep inside the sincerely smoldering in her misery slipping from her stomach when she cried all that we hold holding and then this will slip away or slowly die melt between us all over the pavement all shivering and sweating and breathing though it makes it at the always happen (?) hovering the trees with lights and all the arms that have swung around me like a robins nest with eggs inside of now we go off in search of kindness through a life willing and beautiful we know we can't take others with us though a comment on how it feels just like a brother