About the Author:
My name is Christina. Weird stuff happens to me... Sometimes I hear other peoples thoughts and I enjoy philosophizing life in my own bubble of autism. I am an artist by night and also a creature of such. Some people think I'm dumb, but some people are fools. I am very, very curious. Fox really is my last name. Thank you kindly, good night.

Poetry by Christina Fox

Hoorah for Hearts

Truth lay upon an open bed
Understanding of its past and embracing its present
How it should be.
Though still, there's this knot in my head
And contrast plays in my stomach
Projecting worries behind these eyelids
Its black makes me feel dead.
My mind works to throw me off
But my heart don't work, it plays
It skips and dances to all that she says
Then runs and hides when the rotten stench of grey
Comes to haunt my nights and taint my day.
"I'm just trying to live" and
I'm just trying to kill
The egg that harbours these insecurities on my shoulders.
Breath and death all holding hands in the end


                               --Christina Fox


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