Maximus D. Redwood Poems

Two more years until
I become an adult.
I don't feel very real and it hurts.
All adults have really done for me was cause harm and—
...

Dear ARFID,
I know one day you'll kill me.
How blunt of me to say, but—
But apparently it was not blunt enough
...

For me, eating is a chore.
Yes, I know, it's hard to ignore.
It may be easy for you, but
I'll take one bite, and it—
...

We create our own constellations
And stare at the planets above us all.
I watch you grin in fascination
While we run through the trees, greatly tall.
...

'You'll never do it,
What, you're really that sad? '
I know you think that.
I see it in your face when you see the old markings on my arms.
...

Your gifts, like fires, warm me
But they also burn.
Selfish, I am so selfish to—
To accept them.
...

How many times has this happened to me,
The darkness before I,
Blinding bright stars in my eyes?
First time.
...

Gasoline.
It's in my stomach, mixing in with the acids.
Acids.
I grasp matches, stare at them with my—
...

Like many, many years going by, the petals of the pink peony bloom.
Loveless years.
Pinkless fears.
I wonder if this flower of love belongs to me.
...

Long forgotten, but still there.
The ghosts still linger in the back of my mind and pop up only when—
When something is familiar to them.
The ghosts, they flood my senses.
...