dear Sylas

Dear Sylas You never saw the sun. Created and cradled in the dark I knew you alive, inside my body we lived together -with exception of the kicks your Father felt no one knew you. Grief is lonely and days after you’d left our space I still felt you move within an infant ghost haunting my […]

when pretenses fall as cloth to the floor

When pretenses fall as cloth to the floor peace comes dripping slow. Placing your cold hand against my heart skin the sole barrier between the two you sing to its beat. Churched hands both graced and defile by love run over tan belly skin rough with use. Looks are passed across the air between our […]