Month: January 2017

formication.

The walls, they’re caving in I sit idle, center of room Folded up inside my mind Origami swan in a flesh tomb The heart, its drumming wild I sit idle, center of sin Beating the rhythm of my past Cardiac arrest in a cage…

the timekeeper.

“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.” – Anatole France We all know the day will come when we must face the loss of an animal, or we find ourselves forced to make the choice that will end…