Pass It

In my mind we're sharing this cigarette while passing it hand to hand... But then I remember that you're not really here... And it falls right into the sand.

Lunch

The anxiety I can't place penetrates my stomach in uneasy twists... Subsequently churning, knotting, and rioting against my acidified lunch.

Things

Horrible things can't take her if she never looks away... But if she never sees them, she'll be left to pray...

Surrendered

The secrets we shared were unprecedented... Simple words surrendered to actionable power.

Blurry

Blurred lines and fuzzy features imitate the objects I know. The fire alarm... is just a beige blur. The carpet... is just a sea of synthetic fibers. And the bedside lamp... is just an incandescent inferno. But in the morning I'm sure they'll be clear.

Relentless

The future always finds us. It finds us without hesitation, effort or probable cause... Tormenting us relentlessly with small pokes and large prods. And there's no way to outrun it or ability to hide... Unless time chooses to take you... Or you decide to die.

Labyrinth

Her mind is a labyrinth of what-ifs and have-nots. A self-inflicted maze which spirals... Twists... And constricts... Until finally cascading into what she craves and fears most.

Whose

The secrets we shared helped relieve us of our solitude... But then yours became mine, and mine became yours... And we could no longer remember whose was whose.

Apparently

Secrets, sentiments, stories, and lies... You speak only bullshit to get between her thighs...

Pavers

The stars connecting Orion's belt somehow felt closer than the brick pavers laying beneath us.