hailey's comet.
catie claims there’s a ghost in her house. she’s afraid to dance with a past that haunts her.
mikey’s got a monster beneath his mattress. he’s been boxing with his boxspring, where he hides the offspring of his habits.
i was practicing magic, drunk, and andie stole some stutters from my tongue and hung them outside of our inner windows.
hailey hides behind crescendos, intent on chasing stars. she says she’s following her heart, and i believe her.
i set my sails for the same sound.
when she’s not around, i dance with catie’s ghost and hope to calm it down.
i let mikey hit the hardwood. he’s been sleeping on my floor, in a fight that i’ll sponsor until he hits the door.
and andie’s on my six, as i stutter out my wins. a cat who’s got my back when the wind comes rushing in.
hailey hums along to a galaxy of songs. she soars across the sky writing all her wrongs.
and i’m right where i belong.
