To run or not to run, a question of life or death.
Tag: poems
More than words
The words of love aren't always sticky sweet and dipped in honey.
PPE
An array of little bodies litter the floor like bodies discarded on a battlefield you're essential in this time so precious to save us in a life so fragile to separate us from the other that which would do us harm the disease. You're all used up purpose fulfiled in the name of a cause. … Continue reading PPE
I’m waiting…
I'm waiting for something that I'm not sure exists.
Somersaults
Writhing curvature that contracts and expands unto itself. A heated intertwining. Conjoining converging and diverging. A prism of concentrated feeling pulsating energy. A heated space of pulsating energy a feeling of melting into oneself an exploding outward in thousands of tiny pieces. Broken but full. Complete but shattered. Dazed but satisfied.
Accident
Accident It was an accident A tiny accident The word accident It doesn't carry the weight of what the situation is. I stubbed my toe, I hit someone with the door That's an accident Someone could have died... That should carry more weight. Vehicular manslaughter... That's a weighty phrase It's heavy, Commanding, A no nonsense … Continue reading Accident
Caia Rose 