watching you on, but from afar
I wouldn't have known, If I should choose to go
Someone make my mind up for me,
Somehow.
-s's.
I would especially like to apologize
to you, for I
was skipping rocks
over the pool
of which you cried
-s's.
something crawls out of landfill
something light and surprising
as I recall secret antics
I do to keep on watching
-s’s.
today I am mourning for what's yet to come, deep in the afterparty of death
Black, tarred, the walls eat everything up
grim appetite for the full dark night
-s's.
-s's.
if my thoughts had hands they would strangle me,
Tightly, entangling, but not before they reach for you and you would be the first thing they’d hold onto
-s’s.
— no. 11 of @nosebleedclub's january prompts.
-s's.
-s's.
I’ll never have time to kill. I never wanted to
but you must do
i guess i should stay and never come out
and wait for the gold to explode
because time is winding in now
the fish hooks look in tides for something
i wish i was just finely thinned out
into nothing
-s's.
you should know by now what a liar i can be, with two fingers crossed and whispering to you goodnight and sweet dreams, while i resist sleep in favor of picturing what tomorrow's abrupt entrance may bring—
what strength the dusty wind will blow with, what color of light the radiant sun will shine, what striking songs the birds will choose to sing,
or whether this heaviness will still weigh my life's sins on my heart and my mind,
and, maybe, what words from you will greet, from behind a waking veil, these still-sleepy morn eyes;