Do Not Go Gentle

I still want my life. I'll always remember; do not go gentle. Do not go gentle into that good night. I remember the words they said. Do not blame your wretchedness on the fallen butterflies and bumblebees. Do not wipe your fears on the foggy window pain, only to awake in the morning with regrets. I will remember...

Inside These Satin Bones

All that he had loved before, he had loved completely alone.

Moth Wings

A sigh would pass bitten lips, ghosting into the heavy air with caution, and I would swallow it whole; darkness pulsating around the little tendrils that I could not hold... could not keep.