L B - Hello Poetry

L B Dec 2018

He came in
as if he knew the place
Took off his coat without a word
My mind raced
to the knife I keep near
He sat down beside my fear
Pulled me towards him
His hands saying everything

L B Dec 2018

Dreams

Phone screen is black
except for the snowman
smoking a cigarette

L B Dec 2018

Turning towards voices

The rain is touching everything
In the light over a doorway
I can see it
The street is gleaming with it
It sinks cold
Alone