Collateral Damage Station

I'm on the outside bright color peacock spreading; I own my street, a path forced discreet by tainted company.

Wicked Jinn

My lids are heavy.  My brain churns thoughts.  I run for home, spooning with dog.  Exhaustion.  I am aggressive and stalwart.  

The Soft Bloom Of A Dying Pinwheel

Wind comes, leaving half torn remnants of color, a pinwheel once moved by breath.

Anesthetize

I wonder who you are anymore as your voice echoes dismissive screams disguised as suggestions.

Holding Wishes

What is it like to be granted a wish when your first kiss was laced with bitterness?

The Mermaid

They said they found her drowned below the galley. She had tried to scratch her way back to sea.

Shattered

Shattered into a host of ghosts I never saw a demon save in the memories of my screaming.