Sometimes my grief looks like this;with great sobbing gasps that rise and fall, silent tears then, screams of apology. “I’m…
My closet is filled to the brim with skeletons.
I am a ghost.
Marvelous temptation, the trickery of out-numbered paradigms,the cost of living; synchronicity as is, such, quaintly descriptive,your…
We are the forgotten.
I’ve never been one to keep my heart in a cage -
I’m a flower cemented in concrete
Ten steps forward, twenty steps backward -
Some days I fly so high my skin grazes the sun.