Electric Blanket, dona heavy, Traffic passing, sleepy street.
Slightly bloated, shoulder hurting.
Winter. Night. Cold.
Work in Morning.
Shallow breathing. Asthma sucks.
World still turning.
Life on pause.
Train, echoing throughout.
What dreams shall come tonight.
Try to be tidy.
I am happy.
Always in back of head-
Missing my parents. RIP.
Shit this got sad.
Melts in the mouth.
What a rip.
Feel like reading-
To which I will do.
Is the moon bright?
This internal longing-
Be a familiar foe–
Bowlering her name-
Mistress of Darkness.
Eternally bound and tied.
To seek within one.
Prowling Tigress, fearful not.
Shall we ever be reunited with the world that once was-
Precious moments of accompanied laughter,
The bustling atmosphere of cafes-
Such bittersweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee-
Teasing…alluring…..the senses of human-kind.
An unplanned date-
Corn Kernels transforming into a buttery delight.
A flirtatious smile here-
Hands intertwined there-
Such a delicate dance.
Gatherings and laughter-
After long moments apart.
Will these bittersweet memories-
Become a reality again?
You sneak around in the shadow of my thoughts-
Tip toeing ever so silently-
With those A grade military boots-
Shiny axe in hand.
Sensing a flicker of my creativity–
A devious smile upon a hollow face.
Squashing my sense of self.
No words escape.
Webs of vowels-
Attempt to save.
A heartless swing of your heavy axe
A–E–I–O–U….ever so effortlessly.
You think you’re triumphant-
With those muddy boots and rusty axe in hand
Fool! I will show you triumphant.