a dark chest on the third floor.

a seemingly setting sun darker the sky darker the chest the blood gushing toward a mourning sky suspended in air my eyes seek a nest. Advertisements

low tide.

so it seems my soul’s been away far away from you, me those words that once weighed heavy no more have worth, it seems all my tears have dried all my love stagnated in the womb of this moment’s silence i cannot look into your eyes its dark around your silhouette i struggle to compose…