New poetry, published in Spillwords Press.
I screamed so loud, for years…
Down, down, down….
Someone was watching. She knew.
She daydreams in bed, manifesting you.
Some dreams I don’t understand.
Moldable metal magic shell.
A different kind of spring cleaning.
The two of us, just having tea.
Life is waiting for you.
Let this tale serve as a reminder of the cost.
A first encounter.
Circle yes or no.
What happens after poking around.
A time to remember together.
Squishy coral consume. Tart throat prickle.
We’re just doing things. On and on and on.
She bottled sunshine for me, before she went away.
Souls in a rolling wheel.