with flowers in her eyes
she looks so pretty when she cries

teardrops run down her cheeks
like water flows down solemn creeks

heart broken in two
by someone she thought she knew

there was another mass shooting.
—where?
california.
—school?
bar.
—kids?
college students.
—how many.
12.

then silence.
and we go on with our day.

"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
code.

it’s days like these
where even you,
you— my fallen angel,
my solace,
my everything,
can’t even lift the rain cloud.
it’s days like these
where even you,
my Atlas,
can’t carry the weight of the world
away from my shoulders.
-a.c.b