Afloat

One eye fixed on the horizon the waterline creeps and recedes rhythmically up and down my mouth opens as if I could almost drown I can breathe fine one minute and the next I’m choking on grief as if tragically in slow motion the need the reach neither helping I can’t stand and I can’t…

solitary

I’m a rubberband feeling good to bad from up and down the length of you that’s me looking back in what I perceive and then stretching beyond the fretting breathing through the devastating once again cruelty came back to me with the face of my shame a burning seed humiliating me as I react to…