Mean Reds & Migraines with Aura.

Why summer depresses me

I was coming to life again.
Slowly…then all at once.
Spring has sprung and I will soon be in full bloom.
Wild, clinging vines.
The softest petals with the sharpest thorns.

I wanted skin again.
Lips.
Breath.
I wanted a body.
The one who houses light, whose flame cracks and sizzles with such force I feel I could follow it anywhere.

13 years and 3 months ago,
throu…