birds of a feather
no one has put
two and two
together
daisies gone
Occam’s razor
and he
our common denominator
no monsters under his bed
but in it
scars ripped open
I thought had healed
hurt to heal
heal to hurt
words I had never spoken
out loud before
hot lava
righteous anger
memory loss &
found negatives
was that a kindness?
to ply me with alcohol so that I wouldn't remember?
two weeks
no sleep no eat
hurt to heal
heal to hurt
a new hurt
to contend with
suddenly ghosted
back in the dark
like all dark
eating away at light
till only the stars remain
maybe signalling
to one another
I see you, I see
you, I
see