fallible fallen features flawless foes feel, feel, feel formulated
yes... a million times over, I sai… to him, to them to everyone, to no one I gave pieces of me Perhaps
there is a chamber there is a heart we dream it we taste it ours, unconditionally
it was a blank page. Her hardened gaze caused no words to appear. No flourishing language to embellish the explanation.No distractions to explain the lack of written monologue. Not even...
his gloved hand reaching veiled indifference death of a stolen voice crushing, squeezing
She saw them fishing poles in hand, walking fro… Fingers, gnarled, crippled with the passing of age. The skin around their eyes, a cany…
for the beauty of the day we wept huddled mass one, singular in thought we
She walked the raised concrete streets, built from the backs of someone whom she didn’t know. She walked the raised concrete streets, surrounded by creatures of origin. The rain cascade...
the taste of purple inundation eatery fingers flowing in scratching clutch we hold
starlight sings silver catalyst for dreams the woosh of the window unit roars with smokey tang on my lips, I shi… shoulder to door pane, perceptions…
I list their names on my heart Count them... ad nauseum, infinity… They, who sew my shroud. I list their names on my heart They, who released it
The metaphorical heart Burnt in frozen grasp As the stale air, travels, labored far from memories, moments of horror caught
base of an eggshell in a portrait of painting she is pure canvas had I been a painter she would direct turpentine
my heart has rooms that sigh filled with dust of disuse, of mis… Waking world
there is neither peace nor dream in a day. truth spattered, canvas inundated. bubbles fluid, liquid no longer...
