I sit here affixed to the backseat. The driver never tells me where I am going. I never knew where I was to begin with anyway. Kidnapped straight into my body. It’s just a shame. Shame that I make such poor company for myself. The driver never seems to talk after all. I remain stuck…

You would not believe her beauty. Hair crowned with the dew drops of yestermorning like living pearls. Skin weighted by the shocking amount of humidity. Yet she is free. Death lays in the past unremembered. Heated pressure of the summer not meant for her. The way the wind runs through her dress grants her wings.…

Green green. Sickly green. Only in this color am I a queen. In these lonesome halls. *** Growing, twisting, unfettered growth. Cancerous weight forever held down. Carried from place to place wearing a mangled crown. In these dark halls. *** Oh, I would never dare to cut it off. It would mean the end of…

They say time flows both ways. What happens once can happen again. Effects before and after. Connecting back on itself. But you make me believe that time is not not a circle, Because this is totally different. *** I never expected your kind touch. The way that I do not have to guard myself. How…

Care has it’s own tempo. So gentle and deliberate in movement. A bond between two trusting partners. Not one can lead on their own. Every step taken in tandem. A quiet communication that hides no part of itself. *** Trust is necessary and slow to build. Hands so close to fragile and sensitive areas. To…

One ticket for the red eye line. Always sold in singles. Always last minute. A capsule traveling through a space. In defiance of times where people should not exist. The only company you have are the galaxies of lights outside the window. All worlds separate from your own. The separation does not last forever however.…

I’ve got that joy on loan. Feelings stronger than I have ever known. I don’t mean the two cents found between the cushions of everyday life. No, I’ve got that joy on loan. A sensation that I have carefully grown. The full cost might come later, But I’ve got that joy on loan.

I cannot promise not to break. Survival means struggle. Struggle always has some kind of damage. I have cracks in places I cannot see. Some have healed and some may never. And some healed areas stay weak forever. No, I cannot promise to not break again again. I was taught to never lie. I can…

Keep facing forward. You know what remains behind. Those people who have caused you harm. Never let them do it again. Those who love you will stick close into the future. Leaving the pain in the past. *** Why hurt again? You have already been through the situation once. Returning back would just be echoing…

Children are little diviners. Seeing people and connections that are not there. Faces appear in the wood grain and balloons take on personality. Oh how children love balloons in particular. Temporary friends you can lead by the hand. If only they could last forever. They are in essence the first representation of death for a…