my next steps

why must I succumb to sadness weary window wipers my eyes push away all the worlds filth and my internal reflections thoughts become vicious cancers tormenting my delicate proceedings I catch a glimpse of beauty a swallow alight on the wind, of a tree but the day is the long night of my soul I […]

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 […]