Cold oatmeal foot steps

she fell away into a deliberate accident

lay by the sunset

You never know where she is

dirty river

sprinkled with swimmers at her edge

don’t drink the water

don’t say the words

she dreams

question her need for forest animals

Seven years

sketches of love

challenging what she could have

Who’s too good for who?

She said she’s brave

she said she deserves cinematic moments

she said if he judged her she shouldn’t want him

Wish she could be by the lake again

with hope and a fearful degree of misery

on her teenage skin

She shakes with the grief to come

her face will be okay in a minute

The same things she wants for herself

she wants for you

Naked with whiskey and cava

by street lights

on the pavement where guests walk

she told you almost everything

And now

she waits

A wise young girl told her to get used to her new skin

another one said he’s not here to rescue her

but what are we even here for

if not

for the grand rescue

for the walk home

for the red shoes

for the magic

of accidents