slow boats

that faithful cigarette burns a holein her side,displaced thoughts dancealong the cornersof her abandonedroom, asslow boats ripagainstthe high tidesof her troubled mind a selflesssuicide, (vacancy)plays a tunebehind those hostileeyes;her thin words etchedalong the dotted line who is she? (a ghost?)a piece of familiara shadow of yesterdaycreeping upfrom behind to pull youunder (the ocean’s deep)and theContinue reading “slow boats”

Fuck April

Vulnerability alert, kids, heads up. You know those points in your life where it feels like after every wake and before every sleep, everything is falling apart. Bad news is sitting on the edge of anticipation and the ache of it fills up all the gaps inside of you. That’s been April here in 2021.Continue reading “Fuck April”