NOVEMBER

Lion without a fight.

Takes what is mine

To destroy my design.

Woman of cruelty

So warm and dry

Left behind

Coal and cool

But still I wish nothing upon the flesh

I begin to walk this path,

Where the trees grow big and tall,

Where the mist travels along my toes,

Where the moss is spongy and green,

Tiny specks of rain water gazed on top

Ready to be swallowed.

Warm soil beneath my feet

I look up beyond the trunks of moldy wood

The sky above.

Grey with shades of blue,

All you see is the dark shilouets of branches

Holding on to one another,

Like a mother holding her newly born child.

Submerged in water

Head and toes."

And the games you play start to begin

The games i didn't participate in

My conscience is awake

While my body sleeps

There i lay naked

As you begin to creep

I slowly awake afraid

You are naked in front of me

You dash and sprint

Like a deer running from danger

Then play tricks on me

To witness my anger

My body shivers

With secrets untold

Secrets that will haunt me

Until i am old

My misery to you

Will never be sorowed within

Which is why a fool like you

Will always win.

Late at night she begins to talk to me,

She wraps herself in light

Begins to show me her deepest darkest shadows,

And in that moment, she still radiates beauty.

-p.

Torn like beautiful pages of art

Set ablaze

Words of wisdom

Love

Sweetened with broken glass.

12.19.2018

As i get older

The train moves slower

Time seems irrelevant

And the sky begins to darken

As i cross rivers, streams and waterfalls

All i have is you on my mind.