Sharp words, painful prick
Hissing from previous good —
I am deflated.
Sharp words, painful prick
Hissing from previous good —
I am deflated.
It must have been hard
Saying it was suicide,
That he hanged himself.
Sharp word: suicide.
You hanged yourself to escape
Your demons, sweet friend.
Archangel Michael’s protection – courtesy of http://beyondthepsychicveil.blogspot.com/
Grateful for your love,
Strength, courage, and protection –
Archangel Michael.
Shoulders’ prickly heat;
Empty hand lies on the bed –
No strength to fight pain.
Vivaldi’s second
Spring, sadder than the season,
Evokes this soul ache.
September city sounds,
Crickets, rhythmic thunk of ceiling fan whirring crooked,
Distant dog barking.
Encouraging them to bury the words
This conversation is done,
I realize futility.
Acid burn.