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










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

~ Stephen Chbosky








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