an accident

I’d pour myself another cup another watered down memory a token of our lust and forget a chance at a memory and resuscitation swirl the dark brown contents feel the amber taste on my tongue the house of memories you used to call home now I’m renting several scars and a burn I just want […]

the next breath is the last

ready to take off, ready to soarI’m tired of sighing, no longer lyinglaying in the waste, my soul is ready to flyall the money in the world, I still want morethe grass is greener when I’m stilllife is a choice, and I have free willI can see the birds poke their heads outsilently observing, fate […]