I've known for some time now
that writing has given me the strength...

He nestles near a river bed
of golden rod and honeysuckle...

Burning coals,
hurting my sanity...

If you dropped a teardrop
onto the floor, I'd preserve...

Misty eyes collaborate
in unison with hushing...

Paranoia,
becomes security...

Cloaked in ebony ink-
I crossed over reality...

My sorrowful pockets
are lined with skeletal...

During a midnight summer; I fasted for two moons-
Until the return of your shadow...

If life was simple
the dullness of her eyes...

I'm just a woman,
dancing to a tune...

Shallow entities
verbalize confusing fears...