Boulders

Days move like

Big boulders in the sky

I worry they will crush me to death

Big eyes watch me

How do you know love is worth it

I ask too many questions

I was not a good child

This is what I fear

Always

Where do bad children go?

But who taught me how to be afraid

Of the witches teat 

Mother had chicken legs

And red eyes from crying

Every day she practices smiling in the mirror

When I held my fathers hand

It feels like sadness

And it scared me too