Spit mixed with dirt – Muddy words flow
the shame drips like tarslow and methodicalnever fully releasing its grip I am coated and coveredif I open my lipsit reveals itself withinmy eyes are coveredmy face downcast in the dark I attempt to hideturning off lightsrefusing eye contacthunching my shouldersturning away helpless, the… Continue Reading “Shame”
you reach deepwanting to feel goodwanting to feelsomethingyou bury yourselfin desirein speculation and metaphysicsin coming timesin what once wasin a grief never formedand because of thisyou lasso otherswithout intending towithout realizing itand they, too, become the reachthe reach forforfor something moreand I, I hold… Continue Reading “Thin Ice”
I don’t know butthere’s far more to be saidto be feltto be heardto be heldto be lived far above and beyondanything we could imagine perhaps the answeris simply: reach tara caribou | ©️2023 photo by me
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