Rushed

Fatigued by silent rushes I drown in monotone reverie Kisses that melt upon feverish wishes Touches that bruise the breaths … More

Her Birth

Her delicate, but beautiful tendrils of emotion sprouted from the darkest of places.

The sting, toxic To depths unseen Necrotic emotions Swallowed No antidote For words unsaid

I’m not one to turn back time even though I live with quite a bit of regret. There are choices … More

There is a quiet roar echoing in a crowd a clawing sigh exhaled in void of emotion tears dried … More

I love sand dollars, intact but with imperfect, chipped edges. I love honeysuckle that drips with sweet dew. I love … More

I know not what you think as your breath skims my cheek. Your words are weighted heavily with sentiment I … More

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