Butterfly

I can’t be A productive member Of society When I can’t even follow My own thoughts Because You and You You threw me to the ground Mixed with dust and detritus Existing on Layers of dirt and sand Turned to rocky crag Abandoned baby Feral soul Wild thing Tourist Don the illusory garb Hide in the … Continue reading Butterfly

Perfume

Memories waft in and out of the here and now and past and before. Mingling in the air, she breathes and speaks of dreams and nightmares. Life woven together from bits and pieces a faint reminder. Photographs and faces are faded and wrinkled from time and worry. Forehead kisses soft and sweet, once received now … Continue reading Perfume