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

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...

base of an eggshell in a portrait of painting she is pure canvas had I been a painter she would direct turpentine

there is neither peace nor dream in a day. truth spattered, canvas inundated. bubbles fluid, liquid no longer...

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...

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…

his exit, his entrance stars in solemn shades countdown in pink orbs we, burning out suns commencing solitude

The touch that spans length and difference I feel the distance that he holds captive in heart and… one reach, one touch

his gloved hand reaching veiled indifference death of a stolen voice crushing, squeezing