happy-balloons

"I am a vulture Feeding off the dead. I am your mother Living inside your head. I am a lover Sleeping in your bed."

Spider legs crawling Mimicking the springtime sun He gave her his life

"Today, I sat at the bar, Like a monkey hanging from a tree, And there he was--flying on his hand held rockets. "I'm at war with the Martians!" He'd scream. He was my man on the moon. I always wished he'd ask me to join him at the swings, Before Reading time when we ate snacks, Right before Recess. Just a Spacebound Rocket Girl, I'm no where to be found."