something about the way you move through life

has never sat right with me. call it for what it is:

fluid motions / fitting into all the right corners.

bruised-backed stepping stones / you always needed more.

cast me to the night sky, banish your humble pluto,

shuffle constellations all you want - morality will sneak up on you.

someone is always watching. and i’m not saying that someone is me,

or that life, with its own two eyes, is glued to your every move.

i’m hoping you feel it in your soul / an unconscionable spark haunts for life.

hope you feel this wrongness in your bones / our scars have been demanding to heal.

follow your trail of devastation and correct your way back. maybe you’ll find me waiting,

maybe i won’t be. but you’ve got a chance to reverse fate - don’t let it slip away.

We once had an old friend,

Who would come on the weekend.

She brought us gifts and a book,

Little did we know she was a crook.

Within afew weeks,

She showed some creaks.

Things took a turn for bad,

When she ran off with Dad.

Naomi Adams

@spooqy