6.05.18 – 15.16

every fiber of my being
is attached to every fiber of yours
and pulls me towards you with
a dull, pressing, numbing ache
but your body sears my soul
with all the promises you can’t make
so that charred bits and broken pieces
are all that remain

6.07.17 – 11.56

fear creeps in around the edges
consumes me in quiet dark
chronic, incessant
cresting waves of panic
fade into daylight

5.30.17 – 23.18

pearl-white moonlight
and gray clouds
shine still in the reflection
of an owl’s eyes
inflicting drowsy
heavy-lidded children
with nervous dreams
and pierce the night
with an eerie quiet calm