Thursday grabs me
by the chin...
I threw
all my stones...
It's all in how the leaf falls
as breezes swift, silently...
Eventually, I will
depart from this land...
They said we wouldn't last
and they waited...
Tonight,
the shadow in my closet is...
excavated childhood memories, i handle
them with care, reminding myself to hold...
Dig deep. The quiet
days are still there...
The campfire is comforting;
our palms are warmed...
I remember the treehouse,
haphazardly built...
Wielding a pen
to the tunes of...
If you’re the
dark...