little fires

 

 

 

 

sometimes I’m quick to snuff it out
sometimes I let it burn
but there’s always that ash
sticking to the soles of my shoes
the gritty tracks
follow me
for days

 

 

 

wallflowers

 

 

 

 

 

“He’s a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.”

~ Stephen Chbosky

 

 

 

warmth

 

 

 

the sweet scent of oranges
warm yellow walls
her curtains were gingham
like the aprons she sewed