It has been two years
and still I wish on lights
I know have died
long before I see them.
It has been two years
and still you keep me
sending breaths to spaces
that have never known
to listen.
It has been two years.
You keep me holding on
to severed parts
of bodies just as lifeless.
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 8:47 AM UTC
You remain the claws from which I dangle-
more than falling, I fear not being held.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 6:09 AM UTC
You are upsweep and whistle,
brontide I'd rather misconstrue.
Cordelia, you are abrasive
and I was never tough,
but my fingers are calloused
and my hands compliant.
Your empty bellows
are all I believe in.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 6:07 AM UTC