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
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…
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.
for the beauty of the day we wept huddled mass one, singular in thought we
it is a numbing a piercing of the proverbial heart with aching, dull shard a cold depth swallowing lungs contract, fluid-filled
there is neither peace nor dream in a day. truth spattered, canvas inundated. bubbles fluid, liquid no longer...
The touch that spans length and difference I feel the distance that he holds captive in heart and… one reach, one touch
and in that tear, everything broke every shard of pain, every loss the losses yet to come her voice, her heart caught
fallible fallen features flawless foes feel, feel, feel formulated
his exit, his entrance stars in solemn shades countdown in pink orbs we, burning out suns commencing solitude
yes... a million times over, I sai… to him, to them to everyone, to no one I gave pieces of me Perhaps
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.
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
