by Mira Allen.
Cry chocolate, bleed rubies.
Watch the sea turn to glass.
Butterflies for breakfast, caterpillars for dinner.
Rinse. Repeat.
Don’t be surprised when you find lint-sized stars in your emptied pockets.
That crushing silence is full of pollen. Remove the noose from its neck.
The only comprehensive removal of sins involves a potato masher.
By nature, this method is not very precise.
Find the night that smells like velvet.
Its orbiting planets expel the labored breath of crumbling stone and grinding fire. Hold tight.
If you have never seen the landscape of your origins, construct an intricate imprint to carry with you at all times. Do not share the details haphazardly.
Be prepared to ooze your rules all over the table. Watch them pool on the floor.
Love ferociously. Forgive in the same manner.
