an accident

I’d pour myself another cup another watered down memory a token of our lust and forget a chance at a memory and resuscitation swirl the dark brown contents feel the amber taste on my tongue the house of memories you used to call home now I’m renting several scars and a burn I just want […]

the other side of this breath

the long wait between breaths spells disaster or discovery I could have a found a new road to recovery shining streets of light and a song that lasts past eternity or a deeper chasm in which in fall forget I was falling and call home the brush stroke of relief is it heavy, labored, and […]