I know when the end is coming
It creeps in, swallows your breath,
And leaves you gasping for air
That is thin and owns no name
The sound of your bones
Cracking
Wakes you from
A deep sleep
The tosses and turns
Cease
Water on your nightstand
Fills the pools in your eyes
Death by submersion
Today is my beautiful friend Theresa’s birthday. She’s an outstandingly amazing human being and I am beyond thankful for her presence. 27 years later, my heart still knows her smile.
Blind Reality (An Audio Poem)
as the dust gathers
in your eyes, you
flick it with the tip
of your finger,
pressing its grittiness onto
the bridge of your nose.
blinded by daybreak
a cause for concern
in the dank, deserted, and
dreaded domain of a
commoner’s heart, you
swim effortlessly,
milking the need.
once lost, now found–
a deluge of pain seeps in
reminding us that reality
is a dream and waits
patiently for its turn to
make an appearance.
and like magic
we abracadabra the honey-scented
calmness of a blazing breeze
drifting
drifting
drifting
like lost lovers do.
A Cornered Gurl 
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