poem forty seven.

i want to reach deep my fingers clawing down my gaping throat yearning to find my heart to grab and rip it up mortified unsure it’s bigger than I thought a saccharine...

poem forty six.

trapped here i shout begging the sound to bounce my thoughts incessant deafening but eternally silent lest i regret the noise

poem forty five.

she wore overalls cuffed they frayed a comforting reminder of what was when they danced toes in mud puddles growing with rain

poem forty four.

i will always answer tear-filled calls extracting like a bee from its sting words float and i stand pensive choices fill eternal jars

poem forty two.

a place i feel disconnected and yet entirely myself loud and lonely i even doubt within the echo chamber between my ears where no one could hear and never will