I.
Once, I relayed my fear to you...

Lately, I've done more writing than praying.
But maybe this ink could serve as a prayer...

There is more to this misery
Alive another day...

The sun was burning my scalp.
11 a.m. seemed near midnight...

The blackbirds hit our homes like hailstorms.
None of us in that cobblestone mansion...

People are so nice, so nice that it hurts.
(I didn't think kindness could peel away...

You wouldn't know unless I told you
that I do not welcome autumn's fertility...

I remember distinctly the day I was called a...
Clouds burst and ugly demons escaped. People will...

They always say you can turn around, but I'm not...
(I can't go back, I have already carried myself...

His eyes are ghosts
grunting...

I miss you,
kiss/kiss...

Everything you would hope you would receive from...
You are not a sick weakling...