I recall now the colored shells
Strewn cross the beach of Sanibel...
Lilies
grow out of my head...
Did you even see me?
standing there...
I am plagued with routine regret
at a bedside where I exhale in the arms...
I've always feared darkness,
but not because of what's lurking...
A withering soul
lost between titles...
There I stood,
entranced in the mirror...
Black Curse
I thought I saw complexity of feelings...
In the spinning barrel
a cancer bullet hides...
You do not have a name...
I don't think they could choose...
She was never one to cry publicly,
but during the eulogy...
Anxiety
It's a place way deep inside you...