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Smut
my naym is fan
an wen i reed
a fic about
the shows i seed
i haf a blush
an face bloom red
now kant get up
i hide in bed
The Space Between These Walls
In the space between these walls
I have laid out all my injuries
My endless fears, my questions
A floor fillled with half formed dreams
In the space between these walls
It is getting rather crowded
As I skirt the evidence of pain
And hide in other's stories
In the space between these walls
There are piles now of objects
Some need cleaning, some need moving
But there's always something more
In the space between these walls
I don't know if I'll get better
And I'm frightened it's excuses
And I'm frightened that it's true
In the space between these walls
We are trying to raise a human
We are trying to help them navigate
The world outside these walls
In the space beyond these walls
I am hoping there's a future
Where my hurt is healed along the path
I make outside these walls
-a. hawke
A Hazy Rainy Day
A voice from in my chest it cries,
"Let's go home, I need to rest."
I look around the place I live
"Then what is this, then what is this?"
-a. hawke
Birdsong
There is a bird outside my window
It sings a song to me
A song of life and happiness
Of greener grass and inner peace
I open up my window
And reach out to the bird
But it takes flight and now I stand
And wait for its return
But minutes turn to hours
And hours turn to days
And then I look and years have passed
At the window where I wait
My skin begins to crackle
The yearning starts to fade
And yet my limbs no longer move
And by the window I remain
-a. hawke