poetry
Never….ever.
Lest you forget-
Another after Another.
Birdsong
Warfarin
Blood should be thicker but it rarely ever is- People choose to lose touch, it's a choice. Your cousin, your brother, your sister, your mother, your father, your uncle, your aunt just the same---- In truth, there's really...
Fire in the Snow
Fire in the Snow As if the speed at which you consume me matters. Slowly burn me in the depth of your cold. Fastly burn me with the greatness of your heat. Either way--- you consume me in absolution. Enveloped by the enormity of your power, the contrast of your...