and we see, and set, maybe sit, depends upon where you are in the country to travel, to thrive, to die. I died once before you know, in the land that didn't sleep I laid down and died... before getting in my car and leaving for the middle of something. My life, I think, or … Continue reading Life sound
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On Hands and Knees
Raked nails leave behind red trails on a naked back while lips soothe the torn skin left in wake, and the trembling mixture of hitched breathing and screams echoes in the quiet bustle of the late morning. Questing tongues and fingers relay the love unable to be spoken when eyes roll into back of heads … Continue reading On Hands and Knees
Facebook Short Poetry Series #16
a story, simple really I swear it has a beginning a middle, and an end, although not always in that order. Let's start though, where all things start, at the end of something that once meant something else but has now become this thing, entity, purpose, but I digress for it is a story, I … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #16
Facebook Short Poetry Series #14
I used to think, that those who drew names in the sand were fools, until this singular moment occurred, and you drew your name against me. who can ever be prepared for that kind of marking that adds to history and alters futures once so steadfast that five years weren't a mystery. breathe into the … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #14
Faith Taryn Davies 