if i were to die on each evening tick
i'd save the air i would expend
to fill your room with bubbles; ideas
naked under liminal clothes

with you, i live between each heavy second
between each slow degree we turn
we could hold our weight with just a gaze
the weight of withheld gasps for words

Sometimes I embody him

Mirror his malicious mannerisms

Deliver venom via pantomime

Sometimes his shadow looms over me

Sending threats my way

Even when he isn’t there

My conscious knows what to say

the slow slide
down from the stars above. love,

it leaves so fast,
grows so quickly cold.

she had looked into the shark's dead eyes
and found the friend
that waits in silent shadows

that draw the dying
inside themselves and into

the lone, solitary ring
of the cold church bells song.

Sylvia stared with dead eyes
and rode the white horse of death into the fire.

The wind whispered to the trees
Who sent messages in fallen leaves

The bluebell rang out the alarm
And the rabbits burrowed out of harm

The birds carried the message on a wing
Then the forest fell asleep until the spring