Waiting She was waiting there a long time for the right moment. Sick of feeling and absorbing fear through the oxygen in that house. Her hands were constantly dusty from pawing at the old plaster board walls. The climbing and scratching there had peeled the … Continue readingWaiting
Promises You always told me not to make promises I couldn’t keep. Yet, you taught me that your promises, Were given to make me bleed. Wishful thinking, hopeful and beyond Your promises were made to me, given to deceive. I watched your words patched in … Continue reading
Original as in beneath and before Where even marks that live there show Coming forth and then retreating Bending and twisting Original as in the first That feeling that dies there flows Crumbling and whimpering But, you don’t leave You just know.