Parchment Skin

Gray streaked

Young at heart

Parchment skin

You’re still unique

Dab your eyes right from the start

And hobble down the isle

All alone

Mile for Mile

Midnight Muses.

Inside my head. Beautiful. Beautiful husks of ghostly loves from the past parade. I'm dying. Windows to my soul. Seeing my heart flaunting like a tart before my very eyes. The ceiling splits open. I'm falling again.

Breaking.

"I haven't lost yet" I thought as I swam up through the thick unconsciousness of my coma.

White as Snow.

Even Though Her Body is Gone,
Her Scent Lingers On,
and Salty Rivers Flow,
Through Linen & Sheets
Soft & White as Snow.
And Nothing Left to Make a Mark
Save Two Blue Dresses Dancing in the Dark.

1 Corinthians: 13

"Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance."

"My Sounding Sorrow"

The birds and beasts lay at my feet

and voice my sounding sorrow

But Mother said, keep your head

and wait until tomorrow

The birds and beasts with bright blue beaks

voice my sounding sorrow

i feel the beast inside me deep

scratch at my silver lining

but with claws so bright

they scratch and bite...

here in my darkest night.

"Healing"

Acceptance cannot right this wrong
Nor love, my empty heart that sings this song
Nor all the world, with darkening art
Save my heart a raging fit
And the love i hold within it