NEED

I need your
fibrous assaults
on the landscapes
of my aorta
and the
scratchings
of self doubt
on the lenses
of my soul

Southern Ghosts

Southern Ghosts

Miserably abiding

What the dusty skeletons

Have been so long hiding

I heard that they were here

But they seemed too far

To be so near

Despite the doubt
Tonight they appear...

VACCINE

I medicate my pain
to put my soul at ease

My overloaded brain
is the cause of this disease

The choices I have made
have authored my affliction

A cold and selfish heart
within a walking contradiction