I’m really cold today.  My hands are numb and it hurts to type. It’s burning down my neck,  Down…

I still dwell on the day we met I was buying groceries from the spice market Your eyes met mine…

Mist atop the mountain cools the skin, But fills the lungs and never leaves It is a thin, Mirage White…

There was once a place of rock and cloud Where men climbed moons  Their picks chiseling through antiquity devastated…

Red, neon red, fills my snow white flesh  Red trapezing through my veins  Fresh red, running down my finger  I’m…