Category: Poetry & Prose

On a dull return from somewhere I found myself enveloped in a lengthy discussion Bordering on debate, as to the truth behind The coveted emerald

I dared to lick the stars from your face That September evening, caught in the throes Of a downward spiral, coming from a place I

These malformed deficiencies of my soul Pull the strings of judgement, condemnation Navigating a fractured landscape, blind Projecting my own discretions tenfold Crashing against the

I trusted Closed my eyes Bowed my head Opened my mouth Trusting That even if The taste Was repulsive It was what Was good For

I’ve finally Come up With an ending But I Don’t think You’re going To like it It involves The holding Of one’s Breath A submersion