Tag Archives: #hopeless

SKIN SCRUBS

MY vat of bubble pain
submerged Pisces soap
and a razor sharp rope
too dull to do the job
My faucet [ran] dry of hope

:: 04-07-2014 ::


SPACE OF A CRAWL

I DIED not upon a cross
but within the space
of a crawl
The pain was more
than a swollen wave
that crashes upon a shore
But the pull remains
and my shoreline’s thinner
If a fish I would drown
within the sand
that a whale would devise
a plan to evade your tide
So the world I crucify
and slip into an ocean deep

:: 01-25-2024 ::