I never cared, mouthed the lips
Like liquid concrete, cold and hard
No warmth or crinkles of care

Eyes like glass, an empty one
Harsh judgment, all soft gaze expired
Compassion extinct. Nothing there.

You are not welcome here
Says the silence, loud and clear
Do I vanish? Into thin air?

This face that lit every nerve and cell
Is expressionless and will not tell
Of a time when it did really care

Round and round
Clothes & thoughts
Cycles of sound
Time is bought

With suds to spin
And bleach renew
With grit we clean
And work on through

This baggage we've carried
But soon no more
Overflow clothes and worries
We let them go

We look at them clean
And truthfully say
Does this spark joy?
No? Then be on your way

And thank you for your service ❤️

Clingering pain
Wrappering blame
Failanguishing again
In this memoryless game

Testful domain
Obstahazards the same
Channel it Jane
Moveswitch & Reframe

There is a choke in my throat
An exhale waiting to be had
A river of tears running through
A mountain of sad

A silent scream
on the tip of my tongue
Stays silent
because it's all been said and done

What there was, is gone
I know that now
What I can't swallow
Is the why or the how

It stays there, like a choke in my throat
As I go through my day
Feeling tears that never run
And thinking things I'll never say

cankerous open mouths.
dead breath like exhaust.
this is your world,
you who would not have it.
pockmarked by age
and pockmarked by plague
and a palpitating heart.
repeating pleasure as if it were a litany.
a cowl to wrap yourself in
and create a new identity.
and it's the weight of your heart
that matters
no matter how small.
and with pooling abscesses
and with enough drained blood
you could fill a new world.

Summer is more mini monsoon
where dry days outnumbered
used to hold sway this archipelago