the fluttering of delicate wings, like a bird caged in my head. throwing itself against bone time and time again, fighting to return to the world. a small ticking inside of mind. there's a silent tapping on my heart. it's there, in her yellow eyes. it's in the softest shades of cherry blossom pink. sun freckling on the ridges of my shoulders. electronic popping of eighth grade headphones shocking my ears. your soft hands, my back pocket.
strawberry palms. smoked cedar scent.
