September 5, 2018
Butterflies turned to earthquakes
Shaken to the core
Guts spilling messily
like an unraveling ball of yarn
My most precious gems were stolen
Innocence and trust
by a thief who acted
with love a guise for lust
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March 9, 2019
I wish you were here, my love
Staring at the empty space above
As above below, I sleep with doors and windows open
room beside me
When I wake I am passing time
in the mirror I watch as it all goes by
before my eyes
In my memory there’s photographs
of a young, go...
January 19, 2019
Existing in the space between two destinations,
like a layover in an airport terminal,
untethered from the surrounding chaos.
Moving parts coalesce in...
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