Where My Thoughts Are Sometimes Strung.
learning, unlearning, relearning, that not everything is about me. that the clouds in someone else's sky have nothing to do with me as do mine nothing to do with them. that i keep burning my hand on a fire i've created and how not to. that i keep stubbing my toes, keep holding my breath … Continue reading untitled – draft 1.
measured words. carefully picked; placed, as fragile things are.
straw breathing through chest pain again and again- you're okay. it's okay. you're going to be okay. walls slowly-fastly crashing in on me- each dust fall taking vital air from me. body battling mind and spirit trying the reminder you're okay. it's okay. you're going to be okay. keep breathing. you're okay not this time … Continue reading panic
the door wide open the apparition stands at but doesn't come in
I. the tick and the tock my eyes lift- how fast it goes and how slow too; time II. time, the keeper of life mine and yours tick tocks away slipping away quickly- slowly
snow feathers outside a fervour- coincidence at knock atom cracks spilt and uncontainable clouds melt - blue and sun fill sky.
what's on your mind then? that of the feet turned inwards- a winged wingless bird skies and mirror like silence as chains and locks turn and turn.
i saw a man die today. a thought behind my eyes as his body twists in the air, that a body shouldn't be pretzeled into this shape he's contorted into. it was the head splitting on the side of the road like a watermelon that had been tied too loose to the back of a … Continue reading untitled – undated
i wish i knew how to feel warmth upon my shoulders- when my mind swears i'm dying a slow death.
Do you like yourself? Excuse me? Do you like yourself? ; the question echoed accusatorily. She could feel herself recoil at the question even as she dared herself to calm- to breathe - to breathe. The breath she drew stuck pins in her chest through her back and she knew she was falling … Continue reading untitled (10)11/03/17
