Wade through the
shallows of my head...

You are the smoke
billowed in my lungs...

Cradled in heavy, grieving arms,
my head is wrapped in a fog of sorrow...

Three days ago in a fog filled yard there was a...
was a soupy kind of darkness that ebbed away at...

This chair is soft.
Squishy. My butt is so sunken into it that I don't...

On this graveyard hill,
the fireworks reserved...

Miss this flutter step,
and your heart...

Just a baby,
bravely shaking...

I am nothing but a chameleon;
so what does that say...

Fear me;
My gray skies of un-hope...

Behind tough, imposing outsides,
I am brittle; weak...

Tangled legs.
Kites woven like thread...