Category: Poetry and Prose
The words keep on a c c u m u l a t i n g like the foggy pools that collect in the soap dish wasting away never to reach your ear.
I thought of You today because the faded expiration date on the soggy, bent up carton was Your birthday. And now, I am unraveled like such fickle thread.
It begins with an unknowing darkness As I stand there, Wiping the sweat off my palms, Attempting to conceal any nervousness And disregarding the pack of playful dogs nipping at my sides, Wearing my tingling flesh away like papier-mâché. Adrenaline pushes and pulls my chest, Heaving it up and down like crashing, angry tidal waves […]