timeless tracks play at twilight

the sun drowns in the water below

sleep-inducing stories told at midnight

the stars are yet to show.

who knew it would take so long

to realize they were wrong

about the used matches in her cupboard

in a house belonging in the suburbs?

one step forward and all of a sudden her body has caught on fire

the ghosts she always read about are no longer trapped in barbed wire.

summer isn’t so pretty anymore

those who lived have turned into folklore

a land with only roots in place

has also vanished without a trace.

a birthplace for one, a hideaway for another

she remembers enough

are the wooden floors wooden anymore?

is the snow still as white as she recalls?

does the staircase still spiral?

do her grandparents remember every second?

north carolina moved on though.

broken build, like eleanor crain

but she still feels like home

exterior exposed, prone to stain

but she still feels like home

cerulean circles, like grace le domas

and she still feels like home

pretty in pink, an added bonus

and she still feels like home.

for my sister’s cat.

plants intertwined around her fingers

kept her frozen in place

she begged and begged and begged

“what the hell am i supposed to do?”

does she break apart those roots dipped in memories

or does she let them drain the life out of her?

screaming never helps

and crying only makes things worse

it is only a matter of time before she begins her descent

and melts into her confinement made of cement.

Quivering fingers hold

wooden picture frames

crimson-stained lips

struggle to utter names.

Mind made of glass

begs for familiarity

skeleton frozen in place

tired of peculiarity.

Eyes search for an escape

in rooms forever sealed tight

no air to breathe anymore

not a single hint of light.

Arms and legs fold

uncomfortably on the ground

old diaries scream memories

devoid of any sound.

Soft hair on brittle skin

gradually detach with time

delicate touches begin to fade

and painful ones unbind.

written on february 16, 2022.

the trees were hunter green

fresh leaves eager to sprout

the girl arrived at the scene

in time to find a way out.

she drove around in circles

her thoughts racing faster than her car

she dreaded all the hurdles

she wasn’t getting very far.

losing her partner in crime

sent her into a frenzy

now she was the only one doing the time

while developing behaviors that were unhealthy.

the memories constantly resurfacing

felt like being trapped in a mirror maze

the voices wouldn’t stop whispering

she would do anything to set them ablaze.

when she hated the weather

she held onto her sweater

hoping to relive all those memories

it was hard at first

she tried not to be immersed

in the pain associated with her accessories.

when she remembered her lover

she tried not to hover

over the fact that they were gone

it was easier to push it away

than deal with it today

but it was difficult not to feel like a pawn.

if she gave healing some time

she wouldn’t act like it was a crime

to forgive yourself in moments like this

but it’s easier said than done

when your closed wounds are undone

and you’re once again far away from bliss.

shades of red

impossible to overlook

almost dead

if you take a closer look.

begging for water

dreading the sunlight

thinking about slaughter

losing the gunfight.

too late for savior

their limit was reached

this life was a failure

death was complete.