her
face wets
with tears
of long
forgotten
Shadows.

they cling
to her soft
wounds  
like a chained
ancestor.

she
cries a deep
cry.

as she releases them from
the weight of
her dark depths.

they dance down the
memory of her
tears for
at last she
makes them
free.

this is not a dream. but a
culmination
of words left
unsaid.

of ghostly spaces between
broken bones
i mean letters that made me
feel whole
and real.

in the void of words i found
my beating
heart. i found
mother’s
womb.

oh, this is not a dream. but a
culmination
of words left
unsaid.

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

I broke the window,
this morning, that barred me from the sun,
The quilts of yesterday's dim, finally thrown aside.
I looked around,
The last remenant of candle was, still alive in the corner of my room,
But who cares.
I burned my favorite book.
The broken window swept all I didn't want to keep.