Ghost in the attic, please won’t you stay. Your silhouette softens more day by day. Apparition in the attic, Don’t go today; lie with me in good company and help me welcome the day. Phantom in the attic, Hide-and-seek is what you play. You’re feeling less social more and more each and every day. Spirit… Continue reading Flesh Wound
Romanticizing the rush
The words I want to say dont seem to stay but, you have. You captured me And it is plain to see by the look on your face; You’re not going anywhere. Take me to a place I can erase all these words I can’t seem to say.
Pour me out and fill me up with your presence. Breathe me in Let my organs consume your limbs as I lay there, half empty. Or maybe, half full. Whatever. I know one thing, and that is there is equilibrium in this fishbowl. Ooze out of me And detox you from my presence. It's been… Continue reading Presence
Overly vicious thoughts about death emerging like a volcano.