Are your fingers worth the time, to read myself like mine?
Into old dreams — the frightWe feel, now, of old thingsThat once shone, those beaconsBlaze and break awayRegenerating, regardless,Into new…
she read my name
I can read a thousand words in your eyeswhenever I look into themI am sleep deprivedhazel looks charcoal eyelashesI want to dive…
REMIX
You
steam
drip
instill
Torn tempest adriftin murk, dark leaves swirl,defying reading.
Whenever the world becomes a dark and scary place,I find…