you took a sample
of our memories...

does it matter where we started?
we’re not alone anymore...

The hushed winter dissipates,
and the migrated songbirds...

blood is crystalizing within your veins,
as if it’s mastering the art of sculpting...

Your hands grabbed the inside of her throat,
suffocation swallowed her eyes...

The cold breeze
curled around her...

you
speak of...

She fights to dig herself
out of the darkness...

I wrote poems with
letters that do not exist...

pull the gauze off your palms
and let the blood express the thoughts...

In this dark living room,
I stare at the street light...

Incubated howls captivate
indigenous emotions to a forest...