White is never just white.
It changes completely the nature or appearance of...
Your fingers wander up my spine
Piercing through hazy nightmares...
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...
I hide the lonely
under flannel sheets...
Chasing herself as
fast as running from herself...