One day— one day perhaps,
You will read these thoughts
I’m pouring life into this ink…
A Moment Aflutter
The Color of Wine
My walls are stained with the skittish color of burgundy.
A shade that reminds me of my mother…
indigo blue
there, by the hallway, a little girl stood. forlornly, she paced—the wind stinging her eyes. or so she told herself…
Crystal Woods
It was amusing, When the woods
were chopped down
It was amusing, To see them fuck up
and burn it to the ground…
See
“You see? You’ll never be able to see me. Not really.” She gives a chuckle, his blood on her arm mixing with her own…
In Memoriam
To
The girl who stopped
The truth pouring from her words
Out of fear of what it might reveal…