Elegantly dancing
under a moon that...

I've lost a speck of me
down in the darkness...

I live in patterns of
misguided energy...

Simple bone sculptures
smother a silhouette...

I’ve often wondered if the pills are following...
or if they’ve chosen roads less traveled...

She was born in a field...
Plucked in her tweens...

Years ago....
Words would traffic jam within...

Sixteen years of words
Filter around my mind...

Many words written of death...

Stone, shadowy edges...