l'll admit to it.

I am a lottery ticket i will never win

I am a l'll admit to it.

I am a lottery ticket i will never win

I am a thousand puzzle pieces of white

I am a trickster magician,

I’m sorry you lost your quarter.

Among the dice that is life

there is a shell.

Discarded homes used for growth.

The words “vacancy” is a

halo circling my head.

My body is home to a saint....

She didn’t look up

from the cracks in the sidewalk

nor did she turn down the street to go home.

Instead, she just kept walking.

She walked until her feet were

bruised and bloodied

walked until her lungs were on the

precipice of collapsing

walked off the maps edge and into oblivion. Every direction desolate

void of civilization.

She found sanctuary in the solace of loneliness and wished the

cons...