Philocalist

when i feel lost i look to the stars. i feel home among them. amongst the things that seem the most unknown. transparency. born in delicate layers of hope. the beauty they bleed. farewells whispered in the most majestic ways. blowing themselves out of proportion. trying to feel plausible.

Simplicity

from a blood root to a solanum,

she sways both ways

a mere shadow of her former self.

corridors of hopelessness,

now for your amusement.

the deflation of lungs, and

the crawling of your skin.

festering,

silence creeps into her bones.

suffocating from swallowed screams

how can i run from my mind,

but drown in simplicity.