Preying vultures laugh, a shotgun wedding party, empty gown—remains.
Outstretched feeble hands, the mournful tree—sighed, my evergreen love.
A fading record, scarlet horses ignite dunes, erosive devils.
My steps grow shorter. A cloak of snow longer than my imagination can muster weighs upon weary bones.
Self-love can manifest as
Never trained for sports
headless chickens for hands—‘choo
can catch a cold though
Open fire crackles
as the naked wood recedes
A weeping hydra its seed sowed; the revealing— snapdragons’ repose
Stolen and slurred words
grief’s key wasn’t time—I’m stuck
imbibing lock picks
returning to nest—at last!
hope flourished anew