Sunday, 9 November 2025

fired frost

to breathe in the 
air where fire fists
bleed through the cold
and beach sand
was lit to brighten 
it.
quiver like sand across my skins eyes'
and fainted corpse blood still
ponders a suicide tear.

will you be enough if i
decide to live, deeper
and wider than your plastic
eyes?

eyes shut as tight as
her grip and i fear no one will
hear my,
blind.



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...