Loss has a way of taking pieces Of you with it when it goes Leaving holes you try awfully Hard to fill. Entropy flows one way Not the other. No matter how much We wish it did.
Sunlight acts as a natural source of fuel for the rested diurnal beasts. As it climbs back into a sky once void of its presence, warm orange hues invigorate the sleepy. Songs of birds add to the furor- force the lying to rise. The first moments of transition between unconscious to lucid is like surfacing […]
You are a broken thing, patched together by your own two hands. The work is makeshift and haphazard but it’s honest. Though those pieces may not fit in perfect tandem, the way they connect to create the shape of you is lovely. Not of a straight line but of a path awkwardly traveled. Pieces fell […]
A poem about pain.
Sometimes inspiration for the most obscure forms of prose can strike you in a moment of vulnerability. In those moments, when you’re merely lying on your preferred side waiting for sleep to take you, the words reveal themselves to you against the blackness of your mind. You pull out your phone and open the app […]