loose colors
twisting the ends
slapping the packet against tired wrist
i can feel
the end
grasping against air
pressed against my throat
inching forward
bloody nails held vacant
wasp fingernails to the hive
only one queen
Tag: Loss
found a prison with a hundred inmates two guards and a king wearing two crowns
i hate it here
trespassing
broke a promise
haven’t told them yet
rounding the pillars if a cracked skull
how to rip a newspaper
over shattered glass
yellow feet
in the valley of the fallen
we have no eyes
bound by moon and leaves
we leave our mortal feet
in the valley we fall in
our souls take flight
mirror of a feat
you show before you leave
we are the valley of the fallen
song of yellow
scared moths of the flames
a thunderous bark
n will call again
in fellow yellow
shopping demons
she said
there was no heaven
i asked her what she would go after
she said to the mall
hands and knees
they begged for change
and they got bills
silent auction
i do not remember
the last thing she said
as she walked out
with crumbled panties
and a ripped ticket stub
knitted sweater
your warmth, was taken for granted
applied for a loan, yet you passed it.
faulty timing
shape up or she’ll be gone
listen up, if you were a man
you’d know what’s going on at home
“your” home- nothing but a coward
nothing is what roams these halls
calls to you in the night
reads to you in the dark-
it’s frosty in this bed
our bed
the one we share
just never at the same time
broken buildings, broken fingers
chances are
the next life
won’t remember this one;
fingertips leaving fingerprints on invisible walls
on a construction site
strangers pass over sewer pipes carrying messages
messages free of bottles and free of dismissal
free of happiness;
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