A repelling sensation
Permeation of sound
Or temperature
Impossible
A moment, a day
Eternity
Organs slow, pumping
Softly, so as not to awaken the real
Vulnerable and courageous
Becoming a partnership between a drip of fear
And the end, arriving as
Seas fill ridges and valleys,
Crevices of corpses
A new bite on each blade of
Crumbling spirits
Pickling at each span of one's own whisper

As the floor would creak

And the walls would weep

A friend named Sneak

Would lull him to sleep

But did he fear

The stone of neglect?

As though she’d not hear

And he’d not regret

Above the moon is a clasp of hope

She will not surrender the chance to see

But Heart has no oppressor

Vulnerability will not exist to her

Too often has the moon cried

For Heart to feel completeness, to feel air

Dance across the palms of gentle hands

Or to feel a beat envelope the surrounding song

But Heart will not shake

She will not succumb to common wails

To woes and histories, she will forever

Wait for the moon to understand her fate

It’s a burnt sort of breeze

The type that grins with

Nervous thoughts

Boys call it beauty

We try not to believe them

It’s a burnt sort of breeze

A twisted core asks for change

The new don’t know the old

The birds will fall

It’s a burnt sort of breeze

But it will be colorful

Remarkably beautiful

Faces washed and flesh repaired

It’s a burnt sort of breeze

And the pain will return

And the memory will ****

Onto the arms of the weak or young

It’s a burnt sort of breeze

That circles around

She brings hope

But truces are irrelevant