If he knew the breath he stole or the electricity he pulsed and pushed through my skin. If he knew the hole he leaves when his voice is silent and his arms are distant. If only he knew the wounds he ... READ the POST
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Angel Pieces
I called to the sky at every frame of this day. It wasn't easy with broken wrists and a shattered chest. Poppies scatter past a golden moon, shifting me to the path the crow flies— and my eyes are ... READ the POST
Drifting
It’s okay, the swells that break at your waist. The movements that shatter and make you rethink your pain. Shards welcome the blood and it’s okay. We are the wounds that open with the sun and bend the ... READ the POST
Silver Lining
You call me perfection. A silver lining. Holding me balanced over the years and the distance. You told me to dance in the sand to your memory and called me your moon. Pulling me deeper to a past I'd ... READ the POST
Pause
I'd fallen into a divide. Wrenched with the collapse of a time the universe held me to. A beginning that began with a pause. A long-distance nothing. The throes of death cradled you and I met ... READ the POST
The Break of Sun
Buried in a shallow grave, as an old willow you stood. With what reach I have, I beckon. Your branches glean as offspring glowing under a tinted moon. I'm envious. Not rightly so with the miles ... READ the POST
