You came to me
with your arms full of...

I would like to take your serration
and run it over the tender part...

I hear you knocking
to come in...

In the heavy light of the moon,
curtains lie like silken shadows...

When the snow flurries
and the sun slices...

I put myself in a little box
one that shuts...

I feel the weight
of you...

I think
if...

I can hear
the grating sound...

Forgive me
If I am only holding space for myself...

I'm beginning to wonder
if these scars are...

is like a small fish
keen to changes...