two
a new year and still rather dreary. here are a few interesting lines, and a fledgling fixation on space and rhythm.
I saw the light in that
numb fire Given
Bringing
down to knees it's the
devil's dam
hold the waterworks
for you, your, you're
going to run or
tell me
I'm already dead
for me, my
empty head
can't hold it
sea salt and
red candles
warm, covered
by landfills
you know how
cease caring
but not when
say farewell
or why it
would happen
it is warm but wind cuts through you
like the day we burned that house
and no more memories live in there
but spread in earth as ashen notes
it's said we'd never go back but
we fall further into ourselves each day
I can sit forever –
now.
and ever let the nether enter into – empty
thoughts and lots and lots of hiding feelings
now.
petrified rock
I am a statue under lock.