You’ve been mangled

Your insides tangled

Torn asunder

When you were younger

We take no chance

On the tertiary glance

And though you’re near blind

In the depths of your mind

You are still aware

Of the shapes that are there

Shadows lurking within

Apparitions under skin

They are conformity’s captive

They lie dormant, inactive

Hoping that the time is nigh

To reopen your abstract eye...

Writer’s Block. Again. The longest it’s ever been. The blank screen stares at me with indifference. The text cursor winks smugly. Frustration boils and I squeeze my hands to ease it. I focus on the rain patter on the window to ease my mind.

A knock at the door. “Hello!?,” someone shouts from the other side, “Anybody home? The storm knocked down a tree in the road. I could use some help.” I can’t ...

I loved you once. You loved me too. Time goes by and the baggage adds up. When I see you, you’re a shade of what I knew. Together we’re two black shadows. You followed me today. I went walking through town. A blue winter day. I remembered us and all we were. I strode through the old tunnel where I once told you, “Forever.” Climbing the path, I heard you behind me. I turned back and saw your silhou...