There was a bleeding that happened, when your hand slipped silently from mine. Narrow brooks lead to an ocean of sunshine— and I never quite got there. I’m always more in the spotted rim of your ... READ the POST
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Sheltering Memories
Do you ever catch yourself caught between breaths and waiting for something to happen? For winds to change in directions that fill empty rooms and blow breezes scented with new beginnings … I do. I ... READ the POST
Formerly Unsaid
Standing, still unsung, are the lyrics your name creates. Remolded by the sun, reflecting from your face. Building, still unheard, is the rhythm of your breath. Sweeping up the sail, that beats heavy ... READ the POST
Feeding Ground
Bullets cause death beside me. They are shaped like words and feel as leather whips. They crack and leave broken bones, broken dreams. They shatter through windows and weaken seams. Missteps ... READ the POST
Swollen
My bones creak in your direction, leaving me swollen beneath your wing. I wring blood from the paper in my hands, every night making you mine. I struggle to expel what wells, as your name weaves ... READ the POST
Words Lost
I want to write the words that make you better. Creating the perfect solution, that would finally lay your division to rest. Easing the hurt that has invaded your skin, with the feel of my paper, and ... READ the POST
