Biscuits and tea -
abstract girl entertains
Victorian ghosts





- fr

the voices said
there's nothing like
waking up deep into the night
and not hearing any voices

and I believed them

if I knew I was
going to die
tomorrow
would I spend today
writing more
or
saying goodbye to my loved ones?

hardest choice of my life

maybe I'll write my goodbye
in the form of another poem
to make the best of both worlds

I hinge upon you
you are the fulcrum
of all my motion

The sound that the rain
makes while beating on my roof
lullaby to me

take my hand and don’t let go
hold God’s hand with your other
give no attention to what you hear
it is only murmurs of lies
words which are of no substance
the sounds of phantoms
they want to destroy you
to cause unbearable pain
to everyone you love
do not listen
please


do not let go with either hand
so that you cannot take
the hand of Death
when it is offered