Poems from en_hen

Me peeling fingers, ripped from innocence, diving into adolescence. What is it that makes them this way? The fall from ideals, the way my...
Watching ants mill through the cracked moss bricks, living their tiny lives. Squirming with six legs, through divets that seem like...
And although she is amongst all the different flowers, she stands the tallest, the most unique. She sways in the wind to the brink of...
This is the part where we become adults.                                                                                            This...