9.20.18 (headache)

There’s a stillness 

In isolation;

A specific feeling

Of emptiness 

Or

More a sinking hole.

Losing

Contact

Physical

Emotional.

Just being corporeal

Can only maintain 

The illusion of reality

On its own

For so long. 

9.6.18 (SAH)

In passing moments

I can feign 

Bravery

Or courage, 

As if I can somehow

Accept this monumental

Loss

But really

I am collapsing inside

Imploding

Into the rift

Left in the

Wake of your 

departure 

8.24.18 (Drunkly titled ‘8.24.14’)

I am sitting on a plane
on what feels like
a precipice—
an ever-changing eternity.
I had said forever
and I meant forever
with every drop of blood
coursing through my heart,
but words only travel
so far.
As things fall apart
or perhaps come together
all I can think is
FUCK FOREVER.