ManicWorld Magazine

In coral and claw, needle and fang
In your lover’s errant eye
In flames and stones and gallows
It has always been here
In elegant suicides and clumsy OD’s
In jail cells and cubicles
At the ends of ropes and checkbooks
It has always been here
In screaming bright colors
Soft sheets and ocean waves
Cars and veins and mountaintops
It has always been here
So brush your teeth and text your mom
And smile at the moon
She, too, has always been here
And will be here tomorrow
And the day after that as well