i used to have a swing. when i was little.
it hung on the tree outside of my house.
and i remember i used to spend hours on the thing
swinging higher and higher hoping i could touch the stars. swing to smth else. outside of my current life.
but one of my most vivid memories w that swing
is my dad screaming at me from the porch.
i can't tell if he was mad or scared.
i js remeber his face. scrunched and twisted.
his words that were vibrating in my skull. each one tearing into my brain a little more. making a new line.
the swing’s gone now.
it was taken down years ago.
and i can no longer touch the stars