i looked at your face
you looked forward
do you even see me?
mom, do you still love dad?
no, i hate him for everything he's done
i hug you with tears in my eyes
you feel like stone in my arms
i miss you, but now i can be at rest and be happy, but not yet free



The elephant trumpets.

Predictions are made.

No call received.

The butterfly flits and plays.

The frog is silent, still and waits.

Windows a washed in red.

Christ barely hangs on.

My reflection dusty and cold.

The door is open.

I am alone.