Whenever I move, there’s an echo. One version of me following another, until the sound of her is completely gone…
Depths
Lover embracing, tracing your
fingers down my spine, unraveling pages of being entwined…
Silence
My breath grieves the veneer of
Love lost in shattered limbs that lay beyond the Oakwood…
People Talking
If I were right beside you, I’d
whisper into the caverns of
your ears…
Younger Self
Somewhere beneath the depths of who I am now
Is who I once used to be…
Happy Earth Day: A Pessimist’s Guide to Sustainable Murder
There should be no labels in regard to caring about planet Earth. It’s not hippie, an aesthetic, a trend, or just a class…
Elysium
Watered down sunlight sneaks inside,
Past the dirty, aged glass of the windows…