I’m completely overcome with elderly wind...
As fingers intertwined with silver silk and leaves...
I am becoming more bold,
even if I'm the only one to notice...
a drop was falling on my skin
my skin was dry too dry you see...
grief is a rusted faucet
i keep checking...
your soul loses her posture as you
hunch to type the words you failed...
Your unsheathed thorns and
my laceration are why...
the blue pigment is slithering
under your skin, or is it your blood...
Puppies
b a r k i n g...
The autumn sun touched the
nape of my neck, today...
there is no going back,
her voice echoed...
Golden are the flecks in the iris of your eyes
A deep forest green lit with beautiful fireflies...
In the mirror
a place time forgot...