Last Visit, 2016
A cold body on a crooked chair.
Behind that senseless face.
Eyes crack like a broken reservoir.
Creases fold over pinched skin.
Slightly split between salted lips leaks
pouring words
Sound silence
Years collapse before a night fall.
Locked behind a sliding glass wall.
Sunset seems so cold and fragile.
Beaten bones buried
under those shining shoes.
A sliding door moves farther away.
Maybe, an exit hangs on the ceiling.
A cut open throat aged and dried.
Featured in Mouth Magazine, BFAW annual magazine, 2016
Behind that senseless face.
Eyes crack like a broken reservoir.
Creases fold over pinched skin.
Slightly split between salted lips leaks
pouring words
Sound silence
Years collapse before a night fall.
Locked behind a sliding glass wall.
Sunset seems so cold and fragile.
Beaten bones buried
under those shining shoes.
A sliding door moves farther away.
Maybe, an exit hangs on the ceiling.
A cut open throat aged and dried.
Featured in Mouth Magazine, BFAW annual magazine, 2016