Poetry

Heat Wave

Heat wave for the ages,  She’s burning in so many ways.  Watermelon drips onto her skin,  She rubs her sticky thighs together. Friends laugh around her,  But her eyes are focused on him.   Sweat beads as he grabs his drink,  Nodding to isolation.  She meets him in the shade,  He meets her with ice between… Continue reading Heat Wave

Dead (version 2)

Dead. That’s what you are now. A pile of ashes in a wooden box I can’t bear to look at. Haunted. It’s what I am now. By all the could’ve, would’ve, should’ves. You were everything to me, Yet I couldn’t see that you were sick. © 2017

Dead (version 1)

Dead. That’s what you are now. A terrible fact I can’t change. You were so vibrant. You made me feel more than what I am. Now you’re a pile of ash, In a tiny wooden box I can’t bear to look at. I feel your loss constantly, Like an itch I can’t scratch, I lay… Continue reading Dead (version 1)