I am from sticks and stones
from bloodied snow cones and broken crayons.
I am from pop-punk playlists and bad song trends.
I am from scavenging the rocky shores,
grenades, and fishing lines, and skulls.

I am from Newgrounds,
from flash games in which I’d play all day.
I am from comic books sprawled on the floor.
I am from electronic drumsets with fun sounds
where I’d attempt to play my favorite songs.

I am from cosmic horror,
From Lovecraft to Stephen King’s IT.
I am from the awkward classroom presentations,
I am from moving houses,
from losing contact with old friends.
I am from album pre-orders and limited band merchandise.
From the posters on my walls.