Peering through a wasp's wing
at shadows on the wall
Hear the whispered whimper
echo down the hall
Glass thump of bone and feathers
against the bedroom window
Motes of darkness floating
to air a moldy winnow
Creak of standing knees
rise in opioid haze
To wander past the shadows
and sniff of death's bouquets.

r ~ 6/11/14

Hey,
Everything will be ok.
I know the day looks dark,
And the future seems blurry.
But it'll all be ok.

I know you think you've got no hope,
And I know you feel like you can't make it another second.
But it'll all be ok.

Because you're you.
You've got those eyes and that smile.
And you're smarter than you think.
So just know,
The day looks dark,
But it'll all be ok.