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
fallible fallen features flawless foes feel, feel, feel formulated
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...
his gloved hand reaching veiled indifference death of a stolen voice crushing, squeezing
base of an eggshell in a portrait of painting she is pure canvas had I been a painter she would direct turpentine
She saw them fishing poles in hand, walking fro… Fingers, gnarled, crippled with the passing of age. The skin around their eyes, a cany…
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 metaphorical heart Burnt in frozen grasp As the stale air, travels, labored far from memories, moments of horror caught
yes... a million times over, I sai… to him, to them to everyone, to no one I gave pieces of me Perhaps
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...
and in that tear, everything broke every shard of pain, every loss the losses yet to come her voice, her heart caught
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.
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.
it is a numbing a piercing of the proverbial heart with aching, dull shard a cold depth swallowing lungs contract, fluid-filled
