marble house.

an unmasked nightmare

the tangency of being eluded

uncertainties swallow you whole

what happened to your vocal chords

one false move and the floor is swept from under your feet

there is no where to go

no where to see 

what happened to the air

a captivating smell

it brings you back to your grandma's house, November 3, 1993

the terror fades and comfort forms

all is gone

nothing happened, only an afterthought.

sleeping lessons

gurgled blood

stinging insides

road rashed veins

puke stained clothes

blank sounds

and 

a slue of cactus needles 

Something to Look Forward to

Toasty toes

Frigged fingers

Lucid laughter

 

The things that make me love you more

 

Sassy swagger

Intoxicating innards

Mesmerizing monotony

 

The things that make me hate you  

 

Atomic anxiety

Trustless treasures

Empty epigrams

 

The things that you've become 

For the Damaged

A fire lights inside

There are zero indications

No flags thrown 

No whistles blown

In that moment you feel alive

again.

Like a light switched in 

your mind.

And all of a sudden you 

are awake

from a long season's slumber.

Your eyes are vibrant and 

inhaled every color 

on the planet

with one soft blink.

You can taste the breath 

of day.

Its sweet rays fill 

your lungs.

And you exhale self.

A self that the world hasn't 

felt in a long long time.