misses
misses please miss me like the summer misses the winter or rain becoming sleet then snow emptier colder heading into the fog what's next who goes there alas alack 'tis…
shift my soul
shift my soul we are no more shifted into darkness shuffling alone toward a street light echoes shadows ghosts beside me 12-26-24 back to > mystical realism index |
broken holiday
broken holiday nothing was the same after she jumped on Christmas day no laughter carols presents fancy wrapping soothed smoothed over the horror of the holy day her second birthday…