Time

This slippery skin

her fingers slide off it

a doomed grip on the moment

screams into forever

its gorge yawning time

again and again and

again

The Empty Grave

You were gone
Not like you never were
but as if you were meant to 
be a part of

everything

Episode #999

 

I can’t climb out

the spiders in my wrists

stretch into my fingers

only a balled fist stops them

no one hears the clicking

but me

Guilt

 

I had no idea she said

nothing whispered through the water

just metal scraping

scratching disguised as

luck

 

Distance

Irregardless
him and I
the least of your
crimes
only you
no 

not only me
or projections maybe
a voice that scraped
words away
I am always gone longer
than I think

Dread

It was there, the blood
all the evidence anyone
could ever need
lower your eyes
look
but no
straight ahead 
yet again

Misapprehension

My hands under the water

not wondering

but knowing

I tried not to inhale

but then the war came

and it was all forgotten

go ahead and read it to

them

I might catch up again

one day