His eyes wandered right out of her life and into the arms of another.
Month: October 2015
Cotyledon
His mouth was warm against mine
but his sky was unwelcoming
and it froze my purple vitality and my waxy ashes
until I became nothing more than a glacial leaf
fastened to the sidewalk.
Impulse
A knife presses sharply on the artery of life,
forcing meritless prayer from chapped lover’s lips.
Raw breath riots through sex-scented hair,
mixing with the wine spilled in their haste.
Undefined
There was beauty here before you saw it.
