The Blood & The Bones

One day, my end will come and sometimes I think that day is sooner than I expect it to be.

And I hope that people will stand up and say most of all she was kind and she listened and she never judged. In a place where people don’t make time to read, she was still poetry. And a soft place to land in a world that eats its young. She was a sun in her own night and yet a lit way when darkness needed a moon. She was human and she reminded you that it was ok that you were human too.

I hope I leave behind just one person who thought they were better for knowing me. I hope this is my footprint, my greatest work, my legacy.

the blood

& the bones