Call me by my name

As we climb the mountains
you can call me fast
unburdened by creatures
that cling from the past
As we trudge through the swamps
you can call me keen
pointing out things
that don't want to be seen
As we bend 'round the brambles
you can call me wise
keeping paper field mice
behind my eyes
As we are swept with the current
you can call me sweet
wanting butter on my bread
and salt on my meat
As we hack through the jungle
you can call me brave
unnerved by hands 
that taunt from the grave
As we swim through the snowdrifts
you can call me a friend
patching the patchwork
no mender could mend
But as we journey down the trails
that no one would dare
please call me Ava
Ava Claire


 

AvaClaire

VT

19 years old

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