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.

In the Silence

There are blue aching planets waiting in line behind this one, and if I blink, I might miss you, gazing at me.

Disregard

The content expresses profound emotions of fear, loneliness, and pain, capturing a struggle for understanding and the burden of existence amid adversity and despair.