Dec. 21, 2016
This is my ever after.
My happily riding into the sunset.
Except, its just myself and I couldn’t get the horse to move so I am riding this bike with the squeaky chain.
This word keeps creeping up my throat. Alone.
I couldn’t make our forever last until the after.
The brake lines were cut on this bicycle; i’m crashing down the hill straight into the sun.
Turned to ash.
Rising as a phoenix from the ashes of our abandoned love and okay that my ever after queen has become myself.