Close to the surface
and in too deep.
sink swim sink swim
Pacing myself
Holding my breath,
in place.
Suspended animation
Oh how I want that sleep.
~
Did I love more than I was hated?
If I could only undo this,
but I’m wound too tight.
The Road to Hell
It is paved with good intentions-
They were right.
~
The birds of prey
they gather there..
make nests of so many
fallen strands of my hair
~
and the fire
turns sand to glass
blue veins boil under
bone-white transparency
to a cinder.
The Spoils of War 