Wednesday, November 10, 2010


Space between veins and thread
Black ocean
we pool around your feet
Rage sits
As we grant you a smile
One dress

With memory

You never knew

Never knew I was there

As the crows circle for the feast
I am aware.

The needle in one dilated tear.
Empty atmosphere draws a blank stare

From across the room
I am an army fighting for four
Becomes two.

Water runs red.



Stepping on stones
In a crowded room

Can you see my fingers?
raw to the bone

My lips open
Words torn

Can you feel the secret on your neck?

You look out
We are alone

Rage sits
We grant you a smile

One white dress
One memory