I told her once.
To just exist.
As she sat there,
I realized, she does more than that.
She will never merely exist,
She will live.
She will do what all of you are afraid.
She will take steps to bring light,
Into the darkness,
Even if it is only to create shadows.
She does not…
Dead Men Stand Together.
Watching with glassy, judgmental eyes.
“Why don’t you stand with us?”
They ask in their dead monotone.
“Why would I stand with you?”
“Because dead men stand together.”
But I am not dead.
My skin is not porcelain perfect,
My body is not on display for a…