nothing new

i slip into twenty-two

and fall into satin sheets.

a place to rest my head alone

the same as i did at eighteen.

only this time my lips have finally met circumstance,

a memory of one night only.

blooming red in my veins 

as the earth makes her way around.

the brightest my eyes have been since october of '16.

a whiter smile

followed by an even mightier song 

being shouted in shivering rooms

with courage in my lungs.

this crowded room squeezes my insides

until i break from laughter

and forget twenty-one.

the woman in the mirror is the same as yesterday.

another age buried in my alabaster chest

lies a heart still naive and golden

that shines in eyes like honey.

a cherry face dressed in a smile so loud

the ghosts shift awake.

i write into twenty-two.

the same as i will until it's nothing new.