I often find myself crying in the shower, my tears...
I almost don’t question it anymore, allowing the...
the lump in my throat
was from swallowing your pride...
Free writing saved my soul
as body nestled...
tears roll along
the sills of my eyelids...
My tears stain my pillow
though my smile says "I'm OK...
another headline
tumbles across a mass grave...
Abruptly
like a broken hasp...
I've given up,
twisted tween rock formations...
locking myself in
for the second time felt like...
I would like to take your serration
and run it over the tender part...
It's the last crumble of
summer. The quotidian...
I don’t have space
for grief...