With love I compare
No more does the morning
Bird songs signal
It’s the silence that saysAll will be wellSans the tinkling soundOf voices that tell
I stabbed the azure irises soI could no longer see mydemon past peering aroundcorners as I try to live inthis present reality
Fingertips etched with blood,Soft cheeks echo sadnessToo young to know, unified byPhantasms wrapping in veinsFrom the smiling skull.
Eclipse
I used to dance when theExpiring sun bled intoClouds like a child’sWatercolor painting
Like a wound stings fromSaltwater our heartsBurn with an ache for theSerene waves of an illusion
Dear America,
I think I have fallen out of love with you and this depresses me more than you’ll ever…
Please don’t forget that you loved me.