jul 23

the doorbell rings
resonates off of the dark walls
like the inside of a silent cave
step inside
and breath you in
with the television flickering
fading in the back
the soft light upon your cheeks
on and off and black and white
until the clock strikes
and you are gone
as though you never came

jul 17

Dark deep black
arms
hug and hold me
distantly
Your eyes glitter
from afar
seeing feeling pushing
through me
Beckon and soothe
my humming mind
with your sweet
violins
of night

jul 14

it is past 5 in the evening
and the orange sun and the trees and the cicadas
cut through the blinds beside my bed.
I thought I had shut them tight enough.
the ceiling fan whispers silently
rhythmically
above my head
as my eyes flutter in and out of sleep
and I become lost beneath the sheets and the blankets
like a shell on the beach
becomes lost beneath the sand and the water,
completely engulfed
soundless and faint.
the orange sunlight ripples over me
as I sink
and sink
and sink.