#brknshards

i am awake somewhere between 

twilight and a fitful dawn. the world 

is voiceless. holds its breath. i am

holding mine, too, waiting for sleep. 

waiting for a citrus sky. waiting for

an effortless infinity.

some days i wake before dawn. 

the quiet doesn’t feel as heavy. it 

is serene. a silence that looks like

pink dreams and the waking birds

that chirp their song into the day’s

beautiful beginnings.

allow me to be your somebody. 

i promise to love you into squishy

tenderness. together, we can be

putty. let’s mold each other into 

something a tomorrow would be

proud of.

you are on the couch. i am lost. 

I wander close enough to share 

the air you breathe so delicately. 

i am safe, lingering within your 

outskirts. i am safe waiting for 

the soft hand of your quiet love.

i am an advocate for the weird. call

me jester. jackal. a joker who laughs

at all this wicked life has tried to take 

from me. what are they going to do? 

rob you of your emotion? rid you of 

your love? take it back with a smile. 

grin and grin and grin and bear it.

~K.T.

where the room smells like us.

you are lying next to me, half

awake, bacon between your lips, 

and instead of using napkins, we

kiss the crumbs from each other’s 

lips.

you can drive the stake through 

my heart, but i am no thing of

myth, my love. i will not be

pinned to the ground or burn 

beneath afternoon sun. i bleed 

red just the same. hurt just the same.

bat those pretty lashes and let

the sun melt your golden eyes

into liquid gold. split your lips 

into a fantastic meal. let them

eat. your crooked finger will be

the beckon and beg.

~K.T.