cold hook embedded,
catch released
without
kiss,
the
ripple
reminder
you’re forever
missed.
shadow work
the drowners
resurface
to cast one last
gaze
at pond dragging
strangers
still mouthing their
names.
timid twins in
the mirror,
staring at one
another,
would kill to be
the other,
angels cut from
same silk
cloth.
stripped of cheap wood
camouflage,
folded chair in dad’s
garage,
a dusty crate of
god knows
what..
is needed to connect
the dots,
when crayon’s missing
from its
box.
no one knows like
quiet holds
the codes to crystal
eden,
drawn closer than
once taught
through fractured
slogans
that left child no
space to
feel.
turning on the
soft lights
only to be
further scared
by the reflection
of a movie
never scripted to
be shared.
autumn tones bleed
through the
drab,
rust and red
paint nature’s slab,
doom cast on breath
of summer
vows..
mere whispers now
as window
locks,
sleep
taunts parents,
kids
fear clocks.
why don’t i trust
to say?
why can’t you see
what’s in the
way..
we kiss, before
the freeze
makes it impossible
to breathe.
tea taints lip of
paper cup,
mist like incense
ribbons drift
from thoughts-
the yawn that can’t
be stopped,
in blue shade corner
coffee shop.
sitting in on
fictions
not meant for escapist
ears like
mine,
grown deaf to words
that dress the
world
in anything but
feathers.
hands in the garden 
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