Lone tree standing still—
Fire against the great blue sky...
Now I tuck you in. Your hands
are warmer today...
I feel it in my bones
as life trickles like...
Heaven weeps,
with wings outstretched as if...
On quieter days, I catch
myself laying on...
As if living life—
Roaming, violent, never still...
A decade of desires
has sunken into bedsheets...
His plan was to drown me in crimson,
in the name of a consecrated deity...
And I draw breath, parting myself down
the seam like a hairline fracture forming...
Beautiful.
I’m writing again, which translates...
I feel the curtain descending,
My days growing fewer...
Before you eat
your words...