the end. And the beginning

A hello to new love feels like a wave goodbye to herself The domain she calls her skin must let another in Another in the seat of her emotions, their hands controlling the wheel   I like you's sound like gun shots I love you's sound like sin   Her nakedness a white flag in…

After the Fire

The arrogance. How quick we are disillusioned. The exaggerated sense of our abilities to control every outcome. We pray; to crystals, gods and ourselves, oh so arrogant. Before the fire, where I lost the things that never loved me back anyways, I was confident my next step would be stable, that safety awaited me around…

I promise to remember you

I promised myself to never be baptized in the waves of abundance forgetting that water is not served fresh in everyone's cup slowly washing away todays debris from my skin, the water shooting from our pipes in rushes to be reunited with its vessel forgetting not everyone has the privilege of banishing their blood sweat…