Coalesce

Our love has no form. Endless and so eternal we wrap each of us in that which is internal. Expressions of joy it is in us now abundant. Alone we feel stings of that which joy wasn’t. Alone I only survive by hanging on thin thread. Tied on my extremities I a puppet am so…

Pupil Of Fire

I remember her well, here next to me hurt like breaking of bone; in a wound some dirt. Wash it off I do so I’m free of macabre tones. She was a lit fire fierce, no nonsense condoned. She taught me how to grow with some scars. Left in an anguish she did but she…