outside this door a dark hallway with pale ghosts and a fatigue that never tires
i sit here in this lonely hour and feel peachstones deep and heavy in my belly

she sleeps

and i haunt this space with shaded eyes and last years face
listening for secrets and shamelessness

waiting for solace to pull me close again

white mist everyday everyday

thank you

today is a beautiful day

little hands sometimes craft very big lies

its all unravelling ( Read more... )

i pass through my own skin foolishly ( Read more... )

there is a wee twig scratching on the windowledge of my calm ( Read more... )

i cannot believe this is happening again

give up give up give up