my heart has rooms that sigh filled with dust of disuse, of mis… Waking world
for the beauty of the day we wept huddled mass one, singular in thought we
the taste of purple inundation eatery fingers flowing in scratching clutch we hold
The touch that spans length and difference I feel the distance that he holds captive in heart and… one reach, one touch
The metaphorical heart Burnt in frozen grasp As the stale air, travels, labored far from memories, moments of horror caught
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...
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…
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…
and in that tear, everything broke every shard of pain, every loss the losses yet to come her voice, her heart caught
yes... a million times over, I sai… to him, to them to everyone, to no one I gave pieces of me Perhaps
fallible fallen features flawless foes feel, feel, feel formulated
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
it is a numbing a piercing of the proverbial heart with aching, dull shard a cold depth swallowing lungs contract, fluid-filled
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.
