in the morning light
drawing maps
in the freckles on my back
letting me know
we would always be alright
-breanna morgan
as for me
i’m pieces of broken crockery
on the beach
being tossed by the waves
my edges may be ragged
but they smooth with every passing tide
-breanna morgan
heart an ocean, pulsing.
eyes an ocean, glinting.
mind an ocean, storming.
tongue an ocean, thrashing.
-breanna morgan
the stories
around you
would
astound you
if only
you took
the time
to listen
-breanna morgan
i miss the old you
every time i hear the new you speak
-breanna morgan
his arms were a nest
strong enough
for me to land
fold my wings
and rest
-breanna morgan
we didn’t speak a word today, somehow
you knew.
two bodies in 500 square feet
and not an inch
of air to breathe
-breanna morgan
