a strong wind wails beyond my window - it cracks the shutters and splits the screen it tears at my roots

lying in our bed in a wet towel awaiting your arrival— just wanting you to want me— every part of me for one solid hour

weepy, faraway freak under imaginary interrogation lights— they sear into clandestine melancholy she has tried so hard to keep it c…

a deep chill delving straight to bone fragmented shadows become full figures - long and lithe,

there’s something in the air that speaks to the piercing rain - some giant, flailing wisp of inter… the dazzling electroshock of occas… sprinting spears -