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