what tomorrow brings.

vi. for you.

vi. FOR YOU.

i fear my words will fall into the depths only cemeteries can hold. arching gravestones falling apart enough where encrypted names of what used to be can no longer be read. i grow afraid in the night that i will run out of dead grass to dig up, that my words will push through their small coffins and float back home in a flood of tears only past memories could resurrect. i have become frightened over my own poetry, the sentences i have structured for you to read and finally feel alive.

maybe it's better off that way.