Warmth

ive dug a little home in sad

and i wish i had a better reason than adolescence

i can lasso one if i really need to melt the stark lump in my throat

or feel a little bit

so i crawl back into my small nook

and i let my tears soften the earth

i put a blanket of dark over myself

and let my indulgence in sad carry me

to the red sun

to the morning shore