I awoke to rain on my second floor window;
An overcast sky and tossing trees,
Glimmering leaves above tar-black streets.
I opened the window
And felt the light breeze against me.
I watched the droplets fall on my hand.
Splattering carelessly:
A downpour of tiny suicides.
So I closed the window,
And I took a cold shower,
And as the water poured onto my head
I stared down at the drain
Wondering,
How it would feel to clean this broken skin,
And fall away
Into oblivion,
Only to be reborn
Falling from the sky.

I can feel it
running down my throat
reddish slivers,
last scratches of hope
through my veins the
longing flows
to be buried underneath
our mother's coat

SONG OF WOE

The crimson sky and the wind’s cold embrace

Was all that eased the pain of the sad soul

A smile to shield the sadness on her face

Uncertain if she’s ready of the fall


The crows pried as she trembled on the edge

“Fly, be free” A voice so calming whispered

Her blank eyes wondered and ventured the ledge

The grim fate awaits the soul who suffered


She knew she was an angel denied love

Lost herself so she called darkness, her friend

Sang of woe maybe they’ll hear her above

Asked for a sign, but no this was her end


And so now the light fades- the sun has set

She opens her arms, took step- no reset

My decision made
only air caught me
resigned to fade
from the highest place
with the most shade
I'm coming down
that hand I've played
sent me below
but I'm not dismayed
when beckoned by the ground
I heard and I obeyed.

I am a burning, fragile spine,
a dark pinch of art,
spending all hours of the night
waiting for familiar aches,
while the embers glow dimly
in my heart

we seek beauty in our mortality,
in the circulation of the human blood
the agony of life lingers in our veins and
heats our frozen hearts,
and we find love in
the longing for death