Do you have anything to say? I do. I guess this is how I am. Everything reappearing. Voices and images, people who hate me. Real to me. Can you see? At least I had a few years of living. Images I hoard letting roots grow. Sometimes emerging behind my eyes and other times a silentContinue reading “Devil in the details: confessions of her struggle”
morning emerges slowly unfolding ruby blistering later. crashing darkness bangs spitting out stars and swallows a weary night calms. withering blanket invisible white on white marks vibrant patterns.
Reckon the memories tick, tock. She occupies herself with texture weaving through the halls. Melody immovable I urge burst open the vault. A forsaken wasteland grows weaker. Our smiles reveling connecting in the fruity verve. Years converging she lives safely in her mind.