The hills were steep,
do not push your fragile ankles up there...

I am done sewing metaphors
and painting happy endings...

I write
to deaden the traffic...

A cactus bathing amidst the pale drought that's
featuring its arid surrounding, except that the...

Someday I will discover
how to rest dignified...

Deeply and thoroughly
you strike in daylight...

Your heart is torn
in the beautiful mess...

I'm choking on dust;
the fine particles...

I am a broad ocean of
words; wild and bottomless...

My silence is too complicated;
my language is a difficult mess...

Wish you were here with me
by the window as I watch...

Her eyes were starry, black night shade,
I became her nightly moon guide...