slip into something a little more suffocating,
let water seep in and pull you down into
the darker abyss into the endless night,
a hollowed whale cry echoes out to
cradle as you sink in deeper
and deeper into the quiet.
Month: January 2022
Whispering Leaves Shiver [a poem]
Whispering leaves shiver, spine cracks under foot
and the wind whips up the crumbles to batter them
against the gray stone Victorian that sits grandly on
the street. Another fall, another winter, spring, and summer
when the fog presses firmly down, the fine mist swirls
and covers whispering leaves that shiver in the wind.
Owl Spins [a poem]
owl spins, eyes linger on bush, on stone,
on dark crevice. a rustle. eyes bore, a softness
presses under feathers as the owl lifts, to
glide to snatch up a plump gray mouse.
Broken Glass Tastes Good [a poem]
lips crease, to fold into a snarl as the words shatter
and pierce his heart. glossy eyes slick and sharp
burrowing into his. flawless, imperfections visually scarce
a beauty but the words
they cut and marr at his soul, rupturing the bliss, the hope
he ached for. a quip, a spin on the heel, and she’s off.
blood trickles down his chin; why does broken glass taste good?
When Wishes Fly Away [a poem]
She tightens her grip, the star flexes, pulls, attempts
to wiggle out of her grasp. what good are wishes when
they can fly away? diamond teeth dig into her hand,
she yelps and throws the star to the floor. it shimmers
for a moment, hovering, before it shoots through the roof
and into the sky, leaving a pea-sized exit-wound in the wood.
she seethes, rage fluttering up through her chest, and
falls in a heap.