there was a time in my life
when sadness was a habit.
an inevitable spiral.
it was never not there.
until it wasn’t,
and healing came
like sunlight through
a crack in the clouds.
but every now and then
i get flashbacks
and feel myself falling back
into my inevitable spiral.
and it feels oh so good.
and it feels oh so natural.
old habits die hard.
old sadness lives on.

- p. winter

Coldness consumes him,
Freezing his heart.

Poison runs through him,
Stealing his life.

He has been kissed,
Kissed by death.

She feels no mercy,
She has no soul.

She hungers for life,
It’s hers to take.

Death is a woman,
With no emotion.

She feels nothing,
For the men she kisses.

Like an ocean
churning
in a mason jar

I could not help
but spill over
in soft distillates

yielding
to the sea of love
left churning
within me

I was filling
to the brim-

going on empty.

so long my
good friend.
our memories
never fading like the times
we were together and laughter
rang through our ears.
even though your  gone I act as if your
still there,  talking to the empty air next to me.
I said good bye to soon.
now I miss you.