The air feels different. It's as though the atmosphere was coated with dust and pollen. The wooden walls creak under the force of the wind picking up. The sun had been hidden all morning, but it was becoming too dark; a blue hue clouded over the neighborhood with a menacing whisper. Outside the grass began to shiver rather than dance. The doorframe whistled as the wind began to beat against it. Th...

What Happens to a Rose

When it shrivels and dies?

Is there a bridge

That guides through the skies,

Or is it all a front

To help empathize?

You lie in my arms

Ignorant of demise

One tear, another,

As I looked into your eyes,

I saw my future go up in flames

Your vessel is heavy; cold

Dreams of our souls' journey

Stripped before growing old

I savor your memory

Your story, be told

Hand limp, a skele...

Intervention; Recovery

A process of pain and regret

Full of memories of what could have been,

And ones I could never forget

A pill is easy to swallow

A shot is simple to take

What medicine could mend the wounds,

The damage, burns and scrapes?

Grief is disease

That hovers in the air

It wraps around your throat, It squeezes

Reality revealed, tilted, unfair

The sickness steals your eyes

To leave beh...