and in that tear, everything broke every shard of pain, every loss the losses yet to come her voice, her heart caught
eyes awaken, asleep. I dream the taste of purple I dream the touch of you. I dream of tall grass fields on my… shuddering in magnificent breath.
The touch that spans length and difference I feel the distance that he holds captive in heart and… one reach, one touch
my heart has rooms that sigh filled with dust of disuse, of mis… Waking world
He speaks with a purpose that dema… with soft, soliloquy of word to sh… the emulsification, the blood of b… and women carrying the weight of m… Storyteller. Anthropologist.
She saw them fishing poles in hand, walking fro… Fingers, gnarled, crippled with the passing of age. The skin around their eyes, a cany…
the taste of purple inundation eatery fingers flowing in scratching clutch we hold
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
fallible fallen features flawless foes feel, feel, feel formulated
it is a numbing a piercing of the proverbial heart with aching, dull shard a cold depth swallowing lungs contract, fluid-filled
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...
yes... a million times over, I sai… to him, to them to everyone, to no one I gave pieces of me Perhaps
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…
all the poetry inside, the curtain… dropping dusty upon the frailty of my words the world, too old my thoughts, too young, too same
base of an eggshell in a portrait of painting she is pure canvas had I been a painter she would direct turpentine
