I want to write more poetry,
more of you, of words that ryhme...
Rising in a vortex of smoke,
leaving behind this ashen heart...
I don't like mirrors.
In elementary, they scared me...
I threw letters at a sheet of paper
as if they were darts...
The chemistry that travels
along my veins and...
Just like you, I'm imprisoned.
Cornered by the collection...
Go quietly then you'll find no barking,
sneak from hill to ditch eyes lowered...
I was not kicked out, flipped off, forced to shout
because of another lover...
Evening-
Silence...
One night, when the countdown
to sunrise began...
I sit on the lip
of your headboard...
The mystic forest is my dwelling.
It's amongst the tall spindles of evergreens...