another sister dead
I can barely hear her message
over the keening of my own heart

morning has come again
but my bed won’t let me go
don’t worry bed
you will have my dreams again this night

desire tightens it’s grip
around my body in the dark
pain whispers a vulnerable plea
please
don’t stop

guilt is following me around today
like a bad hangover
but I haven’t drank a thing
dear god of sin,
stay in your lane

I want to feel good
to be free of insecurity and despair
but some days
it’s very easy to be knocked off my post
and I need a bit of a boost
to get back up

a weakness takes over me
and I am crushed
unable to breathe or speak or move
the heart breaks
alone
the spirit races in darkness
unable to find a finish line
eyes close
world disappears
I disappear

two squirrels tumbled titanically down a fence
they caused quite a ruckus
completely graceless and profane
they looked at each other
with a brief, flashing daze
and scampered off
as only lovers
witnessing follies
can do