outside, the wind is violent.
she is angry and she is done
putting up with all the resistance
she is constantly met with. she is
pushing down trees, telling them to
stay the fuck down, she is moving on,
she is not looking back.
inside, my eyeliner is smeared and my hair
is knotted and my entire heart is pulling itself
into tiny little pieces. I am the resistance,
I am the one pleading
stay with me, stay with me, stay with me.
you are moving on, you are not looking back.
I am crashing down. you are tearing up my roots.