November 24, 2019
Photo by Colton Kresser on Unsplash
I WROTE NOTHING FOR DAYS
Trying to find emptiness
in a tall glass of midnight madness.
My thoughts on the slow, dark time
of your words.
Open up your closed book
eat the crumbs of cake off my hand.
I fed the wrong man
May 23, 2019
PINK PLASTIC HOUSE
When you had my wrists pinned
Like the ancient kings,
I never called you a farce
When you made my heart pound...
At a phone call,
I heard how Earth shouts doubt!
It is not a lie!
You can see through captured darkness