his kiss

dreadful rickety winds blaming stuttering smoky clouds I did not see more than I should I saw him leaning against a hospital wing watching doctors, nurses running, fighting pulling life together life of people people with dirty clothes worried faces and smoke filled homes his mind leaned against an empty library his heart nestled in … Continue reading his kiss


laissez faire

words hurt so do lashes and butterflies supermarkets with empty lots and clouds passing by trees with no shade or darkness and scattered grass on roofs footsteps fading away and lights flickering questions questions at you at me questions at babies words hurt and cutting cries and moody smiles sharp edges on softness blood when … Continue reading laissez faire