99 red balloons
Or so that's what he will sing
High pitched kisses
Sucked and sipped through licorice lips

He will say commitment scares him
Like the echo from metal barrels
Like growing orchids from dewy marrow

He will say commitment scares him
But his arm is sleeved with sharp charcoal ink
Of three-leaf clovers and Darwin-noted birds

And I will try to drown my butterflies in vodka
So their wings stop fluttering
Inside bone cages

Marinated by the high
Burning in liquid transparency
This was comatose
From empathy

Good night like yesterday

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Born and raised in the Bay Area, I came into writing at a later age, after my passion of art. I attend San Francisco State University as a creative writing major, hoping to make my pieces memorable to my readers. My main goal is to evoke empathy between the speaker and reader. I hope for the ability to touch someone with my craft and to move the individual through an internal journey. Enjoy helium, breathe it in, and watch it fade out like the relationship of the poem.