Perhaps if I had wished you godspeed
or, at the very least, wellness...
If you make room for me,
I'll live...
But my wound is stubborn
And it doesn't want to be healed...
Death is not an option
it's a promise...
Solitude has never been more uproarious
A constant chaos of this and that… never-ending...
Blank.
Staring off at his phone waiting for the words to...
Her small face rested on my arms,
for I have approached her broken part...
Wintry kaleidoscopes form prisms
within a mind filled with grief...
Walls etched in acidic nightmares
coat the outer rim of my mind...
from rafters
a rope stretches its back...
Mine is a face better kept hidden.
A screen, a wall, a roof, the darkness...
Repetitive emotions
scatter like squirrels...