Composed 6/13/16
Descriptions: For the Victims of Orlando.
How can there be a sunset
When there is such a pit in my heart?
You nailed it into me
And it festers and grows
Fifty ghost bullets
Fifty real holes in me
They leak endless tears
And I have a brackish taste
Of how God feels when we hurt one another
So the sun goes away
And God sends us fifty thousand stars
And aurora to mourn
Scraps of Paper 