if I have the chance to write
a letter to my younger self
i know i have so much
to write, mistakes that I've made
and roads i should never have walked

but i will just leave this small note
"you will be just fine"

right now I am on the edge
of everything that matters

my hands are bleeding and
I am doing my best

but I cannot hold the walls
any longer, I can smell it
crumbling

right now, I feel like stepping
over the edge

He Waits for his wife
Sitting in her lawbreaking bra at the bar

These days she goes by
Kathleen

Something odd is brewing in the kitchen
Even the dog is howling

One mouthful is tempting
But better not swallow

Otherwise, it's a certain trip
To Little Red's recovery room

Wile-some,
sick-sweet,
glass eyes and
fairy eye-teeth
peep from a
fictitious smile.

Floral scent,
lemon-twist,
silk grips and
tendrils quick
accompany your
enchanting grin.

Cast it away
fey creature, lest
it haze neural maze
and I slip-stumble
love-tumble
flip-furl-fumble
into your mystic-trick
will-o-wisp gaze.