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...
and in that tear, everything broke every shard of pain, every loss the losses yet to come her voice, her heart caught
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.
The touch that spans length and difference I feel the distance that he holds captive in heart and… one reach, one touch
for the beauty of the day we wept huddled mass one, singular in thought we
there is a chamber there is a heart we dream it we taste it ours, unconditionally
fallible fallen features flawless foes feel, feel, feel formulated
the taste of purple inundation eatery fingers flowing in scratching clutch we hold
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.
his gloved hand reaching veiled indifference death of a stolen voice crushing, squeezing
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...
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…
yes... a million times over, I sai… to him, to them to everyone, to no one I gave pieces of me Perhaps
it is a numbing a piercing of the proverbial heart with aching, dull shard a cold depth swallowing lungs contract, fluid-filled