A world
of broken
things and
of promises
now spent
putting together
pieces of
what once
had been
chucked into
the bin
having seen
better days
❄️
Life is
a snowflake
frail and
only ever
seen once
delicate and
deliciously unique
come now
let us
catch as
many as
we can
on tongue
and relish
in the
taste of
sweet serenity
Little
I do
not know
what there
is not
to love
once you’ve
learned to
love yourself
Arms
A knock
a bell
a knife
and back
I go
to bloodshed
remembering when
and why
a name
long forgotten
its blade
wielded deftly
poised to
cut slightly
but lethal
armor on
ears up
Dog
These early
November mornings
when low
far off
sun catches
cloud underbellies
and one
can hear
them giggle
and purr
like a
lazy dog
