Tuesday, 13 January 2015

tilted skies

my body is painted with
scars and although you've
peeled back my distant layers
the closest i felt to me has left
me empty.
black slants are parading
down my alternative skins
and stars are hung above

her prenatal smile.

preferred idle eyes

started creating paperback  tears out of idle pen hands,  and look where it took us. i've encountered space between us but I've blur...