Of Grief

Desperately clutching a hope that proved false, face contorted into a smile like a  wilting lycoris as words landed  with …

The Smell

The smell. It comes from nowhere, no origin For whether it was being or illusion, Even metacognition offers no solution. …

OCD

Five swipes on house tables. Four sprays on doors. Three wet floors. Two vacuums. Unstable. Insane. Whispers heard. Inside and …