chaoticallysmallpoetryDec 23, 20201 min readdouble edged knifeKnives circulating through the room, waiting to stab me in the chest.The way they look at me— ambiguous in their meaning,like a double edged knife. Poems2 views0 comments
Knives circulating through the room, waiting to stab me in the chest.The way they look at me— ambiguous in their meaning,like a double edged knife.
LabyrinthWhen future knocks on my door, it emphasizing the growth I have taken the staircase that never stop going. Forever growing and in either direction.
Beautiful.the clouds moving across the pale blue sky, dripping rain down on my patio. My cats sleeping next to each other, butt to butt, when about two years ago they couldn't stand each other. They breathe in
Cold RushTime to increase down the aisle. Opening up to something else that I can't see, to feel the assault of love slap me in the face.