his gloved hand reaching veiled indifference death of a stolen voice crushing, squeezing
all the poetry inside, the curtain… dropping dusty upon the frailty of my words the world, too old my thoughts, too young, too same
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…
The touch that spans length and difference I feel the distance that he holds captive in heart and… one reach, one touch
his exit, his entrance stars in solemn shades countdown in pink orbs we, burning out suns commencing solitude
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.
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
my heart has rooms that sigh filled with dust of disuse, of mis… Waking world
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
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...
the taste of purple inundation eatery fingers flowing in scratching clutch we hold
for the beauty of the day we wept huddled mass one, singular in thought we
