I don’t love winter But I like having my coffee bitter and hot. I hate my anger The heat from within makes me fester and rot. I quite like 6am mornings Watching cigarette smoke swirl with dew it has caught Though I loathe 6am nights Terrified I will never find my spot. Perhaps if I continue to live my life in ambivalence I can find a way to love myself for all I am » Continue Reading
figurative trophies plaques degrees, lined along the wall. cigarette smoke lingering - like the liquor on their breath. BANG did they stand? or did i fall? that is one in the same. silence covers me. i can barely hear their soft sobs. im sorry. im sorry. im sorry. each word feeling like a needle. my minds white noise » Continue Reading
when i die lower me into the ground without a word. let me settle among the falling leaves, our lives tumbling in the wind together, leaving too many stones unturned. let the foxes recite my eulogy and let the birds pick my song, for they seldom choose wrong. let me be taken back slowly as i relearn my purpose. and linger as the birds end their chorus. let roots grow in my ribs, cracking » Continue Reading