They’re hungry always have been. They drink with their sponges in tongues at the ready. Touched/curled matches made in gossip.
Shut up! You/you don’t know.
I had two hearts. Gave up the first in solid/ frozen waters, I wanted to live.
In a place, I called alone. I needed to survive. In people who had no thought
of the next burden/ the next meal/ the next fight.
I had two worlds the one like breadcrumbs/hard/stale/burden/unsatisfied. The taste of another/fresh/oven-filled aroma on our little house.
Sweep a whisper on paper skies. Be the magic or miracle you get to decide.
Write it on newly chopped paper.
I’m better now.~your Kindness sister Krissy Mosley