I stayed awake to see the first sun rise without...
how else would I be sure another day existed...

If diction had pictures,
yours would be the face of caution...

There you were,
Inanimate...

The cruelest thing is losing someone so young.
I could've borne to see you grow old...

Flecked across a scorched plain
in Death Valley...

Once we set our sails
We stared from towers...

I decided to go brazen into this love,
full throttle...

When I was 10, my pa
dressed as a green goblin in...

Small breaths at the base of my neck
tingling down my spine...

At night, I drift among stars in an ether that is...
Cobbled stairs twist before me in this strange...

A stuffy bar with women strewn
across the stools...

Like cabernet spilling from my lips,
a sour blend of vinegarish red...