The spider takes up residence
in the corner...
Intimidating
Irreversibility...
I write so that I may live;
live beyond the smothering cocoon...
May my voice
Not be strained...
You wielded your tongue like a dagger,
it cut across my teeth...
We are afraid.
Meaninglessly...
I got stuck one day
with my shoe lodged...
I like watching the sky combust
into constellations of flocking...
When I foresee the doom pollution brings:
I rush to fresher air, but sighing more...
Fall is moving in
a new season begins...
My eyes know beauty's art has need for praise;
For beauty stares itself into defect...
The night is made
for dreaming...