It is not in me,
simply isn’t, is not
with me, cannot
listless and sour
it is not in me,
I cannot.
Thank you for reading!
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
It is not in me,
simply isn’t, is not
with me, cannot
listless and sour
it is not in me,
I cannot.
Thank you for reading!