Weak legs carry my heavy frame from room to room.I check behind every door for a sign,Something to pull me out,Something to pull me in.I want to rest...
This entire country is a glass house, forged from fire, blown by the talking heads full of hot air, hate, and fear. These same people equip the citize..
The trees scream at the edge of the lawn.The doors are all locked from the inside, outsideThe yards are covered in gasoline.A silent patience.The mail..
I'm taring into you like clockworkMy hands ticking and buzzingShaking and hummingWhile yours slip by smoothly and silentlywith each passing second.The..
The words are loston the tip of my tongue.At a loss for wordsI find them crowding inside my head.My thoughts take off like fireworksSpiraling and firi..
The trees are splitting at their sidesLike the object of an unusually cruel joke.Their warm flesh becomes exposedas they are stripped of their jagged ..