Blind I do not see the stars. Too blind. Too far gone. I sit cold as my heart …
Ruin
Spin Read his head like a bounty. Set a price on his face. Spit back, quick scan, hides his …
Of Grief
Desperately clutching a hope that proved false, face contorted into a smile like a wilting lycoris as words landed with …
Morning Orchestra
You sang a sonata of serenity. Each note a soft hum / kissed my eardrums. Morphed from the abyss of …
Rebirth
I close my eyes as I recall Our last moments together It’s only been a month since I …
The Smell
The smell. It comes from nowhere, no origin For whether it was being or illusion, Even metacognition offers no solution. …
Lament of a Fading Past
A Tour of Great Passing Red glares of flare enclose the browning sands, To sketch evenings with shades of swarthy …