Grievance

My grave would tell you stories; floating whispers in the air. The trees speak to you, just read the lines on the leaves, written in green and yellow hues. I wish I could sit there and listen sometimes, listen to all the words unspoken, smiling over the life that has been undone; tell you I’m…

Lost things.

It’s been so long. The drawer squeaks when it pull it out. That’s where your letters are, hidden away from the malice of this demented world. The innocence those words carry, the world these letters hide and a life that has been washed away in tears over the years render me motionless and numb. What…

Thin air. 🐛

She’s black magic, She’s blue flame; She’s the scary darkness, the wind whispering your name.