the taste of purple inundation eatery fingers flowing in scratching clutch we hold
there is a chamber there is a heart we dream it we taste it ours, unconditionally
She saw them fishing poles in hand, walking fro… Fingers, gnarled, crippled with the passing of age. The skin around their eyes, a cany…
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
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
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…
my heart has rooms that sigh filled with dust of disuse, of mis… Waking world
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 metaphorical heart Burnt in frozen grasp As the stale air, travels, labored far from memories, moments of horror caught
it is a numbing a piercing of the proverbial heart with aching, dull shard a cold depth swallowing lungs contract, fluid-filled
fallible fallen features flawless foes feel, feel, feel formulated
there is neither peace nor dream in a day. truth spattered, canvas inundated. bubbles fluid, liquid no longer...
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.
and in that tear, everything broke every shard of pain, every loss the losses yet to come her voice, her heart caught
