Bride

I ravaged racks of wedding dresses.

Looking for one to replace my mother’s.

I wore hers out in the rain

And ruined it with mud.

I snapped the spaghetti straps

And tore the hemline with my father’s yellow galoshes.

Running through different realms,

I was a queen and there was a king.

I was an empress and there, an emperor.

I ruled with dead leaves,

Rusty bars, and my

Torn dress.

Gliding side to side on my blue swing,

I was riding a dragon.

In the sky over quilted patches of Earth.

I tore the templates from the ground and mended the dress myself.

I rode into the clouds

And married the endless void.

10 years old —

Knew I’d be a runaway bride.

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Sisterย 

I will be the ground you walk on. 

Earth.  

Steady and true

When you get dizzy 

You can lay your head down 

And pour all your tears onto me 

I will use them to grow a tree for you

You don’t have to get up;

I will cover you with moss and ivy

Let you sleep it off for the next couple decades.

When you awake 

You will be softer than you once were 

Cool to the touch 

So when you try again 

And fail 

You may lay your head on me once more 

and I will protect you. 

I will continue to bloom trees in honor of you

Each time 

Something new will be birthed 

Because of you

You see, they think our tears are our weakness

They do not know 

We are Earth