• So, This Is Love?

    I've gotten use to broken things,
    even now to hear rage slice through doors
    portrays a semblance of normalcy.
    The brunt of your fist pelting my spine... more »

  • There Were No Bells

    She said there were no bells,
    only her clam hands
    and fretful feet rattled in the eve.
    The sirens would not go off... more »