Foogle

Foogle 5m

We were destined to simmer out:
white smoke in the black night
you were undeniably; beautiful
lit up in orange afterglow

eating apples from each others lips
so gently and giggling

We were young silent silhouettes
un illuminated,
painted against the darkening blue sky
falling apart like the orange maples
we were the slow burn of autumn into winter

Foogle 7d

seeing things

i have been seeing things out of the corner of my eye.

something in the air. something on the wall. something moving along the floor.

6/5/25

Foogle 7d

hold it

save your breath for the deep end

Foogle May 19

Bleed

You bleed the writing out of me and it starts to
glimmer like sparkling rubies
or dry like wilted roses

Foogle May 19

Butterfly

You were a butterfly in my winter
bright and beautiful

15/5/25

Foogle May 11

Anxiety

it comes when there is no time to write
and you're inches away from spilling your
sanity out on a sidewalk in the park

elevating to the moon you whisper
quiet nothings into your own bare shoulders

it comes when there's no time to think
and when the skies begin to look interchangeable

greys upon greys and sunset knitted together
and the cold dawns upon uncovered skin

it comes when there is no time to breathe

Foogle May 7

today bleeds yesterday

until your today
bleeds into your yesterday
there is no spark,
there is no connection.
there stands only the dry
and the tethering affliction:
we hold onto until
the day buries the night away.