colorful (day 9)

can’t explain i smile at the coming day i know why but choose not to say from reaching the edge so many times covering up for all of their crimes sense of self is long lost on them now while i stride into technicolor wow 1.9.17

day 8

as the invitations dwindled i stayed in from the cold i lit a fire and watched until it burned to ash and pondered the sparks that may come to pass. 1.8.17

fireplace (day 7)

i stare at the flame as it licks the log it spits and crackles fire fingers grasp my mind wanders to what may come to pass while i watch the wood burn to ash 1.7.17

day 6

splintered into slender pieces, a taste, apertif of time divided in a tug of war with too many players my end of the week. 1.6.17

headless (day 5)

today my head remained in bed while my body worked away and now i dread to see my head with nothing left to say. 1.5.17