Caress me in your arms
arms filled with love by...
the worst part is the after hours, when floating
memories blur into one another kaleidoscopically...
Disliked
hearts wed with smiles...
The new year is coming
the old one is out...
First the space
was an assumption...
A river of tears is a river run dry
for we were told not to cry...
Spiralling downwards
my life is falling apart...
I who have always found ways to escape,
skilled at filling gaps and stitching...
If not about the ruins
that linger at the surface...
--
i keep sweating, the air is drenched with...
An expression I have attempted to reveal
within the fires of my souls depths...
Whenever
we are losing...