your face changes when you think of a memory
Crushed dearly beneath plush blanket, blue sounds awaken
I woke up, morning early brightness
touched the ground and touched my whole face
Cold and white mist enveloped the space within
walking into buildings armored in smells of fresh paper
Sitting softly low rising presence, I am to stay patient,
Wear the act, contract, observe, and write
-s.s.
-s's.
-s’s.
dream up north
obscene, silhouette trees
Gazing downward carefully
how can I escape just enough
that I won’t be able to recognize anything
this day Summer resurrected from her grave Once again the wind sends the birds that dissolve into dust Sending thoughts northward This is the coldest tear you’ll ever shed Sparks rip your wells to puddles Stars fall on the floor When it starts happening You realize you don’t like it anymore
-s’s.
-s’s.
— no. 11 of @nosebleedclub's january prompts.
tears stream out eyes into the pacific, sweet in a saltwater company white and blue in an ocean scenic, in peculiar harmony
-s's.
if my thoughts had hands they would strangle me,
Tightly, entangling, but not before they reach for you and you would be the first thing they’d hold onto
-s’s.
She wouldn’t mind if you didn't keep your
mouth shut
Poppies of your dreams start to sprout, marveling
She won’t even care
If you’ve nothing to spare
Don't be afraid.