I walk on an age roughened path,
trodden by many, yet eerily empty;
under cover of a thousand pin ******
small and insignificant;
In the company of only travelling shadows
beneath my feet.

The road ends on a destination unseen,
weariness slowly taking a toll on me;
each step weighted down by wordly woes,
Is it necessary to go on this road?
Can I rest here, lay down my aching bones,
among shadows which seem inviting-
their darkness alluring , their transience reflecting my own .

He’s mentioned before that I was a mess when we first met.
A fragile peach scone with a heart that was too heavy,
but luckily he is strong enough to help carry some of the weight.

and there is no one else
and you can’t find yourself

You’re the egg the coyote stole
from the nest

The one he sunk his teeth into
a ****** mess

of yolk and white
unformed

that swims between
his gums and teeth

without the chance
to be born

My heart is not smiling
my eyes are watchful
I am a chameleon

From my cave, I crawl
cautiously through my life
wet when it rains

arid when the sun burns
shy under the leaves
when the masters go by

who don't want to see me
their eyes don't smile
it is a game

that doesn't make me happy
I dream chameleon dreams
of a smooth, uniform skin

that can always be the same
I dream of shedding my skin
that way for once, like a snake

i had fallen in love with you
the day you decided to leave
because your depressing absence
brought everything i didn’t notice

i tighten my body with my blanket
wrapping it around my cold skin
pretending it is your warm body
spooning me with strong security
because my bed whispers stories
that you are not coming for return