Of Love and Loss

This feels like a death

Yet each of us is alive.

The grief of the heart.

Hunting Bares


I want to be born from the beauty of dead things. 

Not bound to a vessel that’s dying. 

Let’s go hunting. 

Today is the day…

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I took this last breath.

My story has come to rest.

Today was the day.

Still in the Attic of my Mind…

  
I kiss his cold lips 

And feed him my salty tears. 

Dead Boy does love me. 

An Ode to Dorian

The thin skin of time.

Self-deceiving words hold youth?

Root down to grow up.

Out of a Muddy Death

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Ophelia swims!
Just when you thought you’d drowned me,
I came up for air.

The Parting Places


My heart is heavy,
Weeping with those who are morning.
Friend, you will be missed.

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