syzygy

absence is decay; shattered glass and broken tiles in skeleton homes.

but only death comes on the midnight train going anywhere but here

the earth forgets me, under the willow tree limbs; a discarded doll.

cold air tastes like rust salted copper filling lungs; drowning on dry land.

The ability to summon a hardboiled egg every hour.

He would figure it out eventually; how to find a home.

swiftly gliding by on the streets of baltimore painted red, white, blue.

he's looking at me all doe-eyed and guilty smiles oh, what have you done?

like a summer drink flashing award-winning smiles in my direction

sleep on the same things, late night whiskey and cocktails, sipped by cherri lips

4/1/24 Day 1: -Began the playlist process. -Created basic character templates. -Began working on plot structure.

A novel written (almost) entirely in different styles of poetry (*cough* mostly free verse *cough*), that is a retelling of Orpheus and Eurydice in my style. Goals: >Write everyday. >Finish ...

sharp emotion bleeds as you fall down on a knee you said you loved me

Darting eyes, twitchy fingers, sweat darkened hair Warmth

You cannot be reined, wild horse in mountains above. You will not be tamed.