micropoem – Indigo Tuesday

hungry heart

Caught on the exhale, hungry heart and empty lungs, lips tangled together you filled me with air

I awoke on an island, a curious castaway, the quiet white sea spread before me.

There is a ghost of who I used to be who lays her head on the underside of my pillow and whispers wicked lies behind my eyes… Read more “Wicked Lies”

These walls are high but poorly built. The right brick crumbling sends it tumbling.