The heat we bring
Cold Enough to Kill Premeditated. Unlawful killings of innocent people. May well be terrorists, serial killers. I was taught to […]
Cold Enough to Kill Premeditated. Unlawful killings of innocent people. May well be terrorists, serial killers. I was taught to […]
I don’t know what led to what first; the warmth in my embrace, the cold side of my bed, the
Tired, truly. Of words that fall out reckless from careless tongues; half-formed, half-thought, like they were never meant to mean
There was a time when a bird landing on one leg would prompt a pensive verse, when a drop sliding
And even after the sun did twelve laps even after your claws came out even after your true colors showed
Seven corners, too many walls, battled windows, an old white door simple closets unknown history hide of long gone muted
Somehow we crossed paths first but never crossed hearts Or one ran over the other on its way to check-out
I wish you could feel my thumping heart every time you texted to tear me apart say you can’t come
In a world where, once upon a time, some human gave way to who and what we’re meant to be
The cows would come home, snowed in July, lilies bloom in the Sahara the Nile gone dry before a single
Stay positive twenty-four seven Brush your teeth in case you stay a while Respect the law, follow the rules, society