ever-present trolling social media
ever pressing searing avatar...
All of me is there
reflected in the river...
We are still here but
no one ever outlasts...
Wolves disguise as lambs,
though still slaughter lambs like wolves...
Others
Bridge us back to ourselves...
We must again,
learn these mundane paths...
Butterflies of poetry
forever flutter in their reflections...
About an hour passed
in the arms of silence...
Chasing herself as
fast as running from herself...
Now is what fastens
past and prospects together...
Everyone
is going to work...
Climb from your dark cave
Where cramped corners force...