when the sky blossoms mauve,
the words we marinated with...
I'm not a murderer, I
swear. The buzzing was...
This land is not
mine or...
I anchored my faith to you.
My feet stopped kicking cold...
Echoing up the street,
a busker's trumpet...
If you’re the
dark...
Feet walk slowly, through muddy grass
and Popsicle sticks...
Colors dripped on the surface
like goosebumps on tender skin...
you come
with sudden rain...
It's bleak in this city;
fear has stormed the...
I write because my fingers say I must,
The burn within will lessen...
I surrender myself
to the ethereal dance and sway...