POETRY

Am I asking so much...

 

You doomed me to love you...

 

A momentary peace...

 

The scars are deep...

 

Your words with their fractious portent...

 

As far as perished souls...

 

Three days...

 

My possessions are mocking me...

 

I don't care, I perjure myself...

 

Drifting mist of seeping stealth...

 

What was that? Are you...

 

Central screaming...

 

Already the echo has faded...

 

Want comfort...