The Silent Archive

Little lies tell me what I need

Mama’s eyes

They look at me with such an awful sting

I’m afraid to be half of what I am

In case someone has a grand plan

It’s a million in one

But something tells me I’m in too deep

Miss me when I’m gone

I’ll be shouting profanities

At the sun

At the moon

At the clock that never runs

–Rose Hollow–