01

false

what reflected is an unsteady silhouette
traced by an uncertain artist
eyes blink back unrecognizably
timid.
stitch by stich torn out until it is found;
sometimes when i look into the mirror i still see you


02

3:11pm

and in that moment of clarity
the sun shone through your hair
a bright orange glow spread across your face
rhythmic noises of the road
in that moment i realized things were well;
though these moments pass us by
and you forget what well feels like
it keeps you going
until that next moment


03

in the wind

if im still in love
each draining gash will soon fill
if i tell myself
that i will soon be whole
i will not fear to take up space
when i convince myself
that i am not sitting on a shelf
to be observed and nothing more
i will speak clearly
if im still in love
when this is all over
then i will not feel a sense of urgency
and your soul will find it’s way back to me


04

scaled

i gaze into my reflection
though the meaning is rather elusive,
it casts back the image of a salamander or a rabbit
many say my faith seems delusive
but i keep battling to paint vulnerability


05

carve

i followed you
carved scars from fallen angels
until we meet again, she says;
i laughed.
immediately followed by agony
guilt
i ripped the scars one by one
holding them neatly in my palm
we did meet again
though this time the wounds were mine