Humidity

As white giants drift without purpose or intent

An unfamiliar calm floods me,

My mind

It consumes,

No,

It drinks

My worries and leaves naught for the dream-catcher she strung above my pillow

And said was better than any Xbox

Now my face is hot and moist,

Comfortable

Pitter patter

Pitter patter

Their eyes aren't on me any more

But it's nice to know they're here,

In sight

The slow rhythm of the branches gently lulls countless thoughts to sleep,

Cradles the ones with wolves' eyes

And wraps the others in mint

Until they're no longer sore

Perfectly cared for

As if they were broken birds

Reviews

[just is]

i really enjoyed the imagery in this write,
i enjoyed your last 2 lines the most.
wonderful write.