Cynder_

Cynder_

VT

15 years old

Posts

  • Bullets on Bikes

    Pikeville, Kentucky was small, but Zach and Ben were smaller. Bullets on bikes, zipping around, everywhere at once. Always there for dinner, but gone before the first dish made it into the sink.

  • My Mother: The Earth

    I was born in the morning

    when the wind's gentle hands

    would fly past me- laughing

    should we run through the land

     

    I was born as the birds were

    under the eaves

    of a soothing huckleberry

Loves

  • Wisp Wind

    You've left me alone

    But the world keeps on spinning

    I am bleeding endlessly.

    And I don’t know what to do.

    I forget the color of your eyes

    And the smell of your mountain breath.

  • Red Clover

    I dream of him less than I used to – 

    But our story always starts the same. 

    I am small, and his oil-stained hands hold me like the Red Clover, 

    So tightly that I think he’ll never let me go. 

  • Blue Hour

    It is 4 in the morning and I am alone.

    I sit my sadness on the willow tree.

    And the Earth is covered in a thousand shards of heaven;

    Like a kaleidoscope, rainbows fall through the trees.