A Held Tongue |
Jerked awake in the dead of the night to scribble lyrical hope in a wrinkled notebook.
A held tongue and bitten lip released throughout the night.
Tears absorbed into fingertips, the ache made itsel...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Aug 2005 21:43:00 GMT |
She Wrote... |
She stood, her backbone rested her body's weight against a portion of a brick wall.
He walked, trading tension between each muscle in his feet.
They collide, grasping skin between calloused hands in h...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Aug 2005 21:38:00 GMT |
I'm at another loss for words |
All these words trip over cracks in the sidewalks.Uptown, one year. I'm distantly distressed. I'm finally coming close to ghost. I'm dancing on your gravest words. I'm toasting all the coldest stares....
Posted by on Thu, 04 Aug 2005 22:35:00 GMT |
