One Way I see her on the platform, And watch her turn around As I call out her name. She waves. In one hand, she clutches What she hopes is her ticket to liberty. In the other, she crushes My unrequited love And as she flings it to the ground And stamps out her cigarette My love is but naked dust beneath her feet.

Dawn Morning has awoken, with bleary eyes, To children running, bare, lingering in the warmth of dawn. 'Just a while more,' they cry, and a little longer, While daylight shines upon soggy garments strewn across the field, Lost in moments of ecstasy.

Second Hand It is already autumn. How time, invisible, slips out of little hands Through parted fingers Soon to shatter, like Mother's favorite china bowl, Into a million tiny fragments on the floor And you can only stand and gape As the key turns in the lock.

Ecclesiastes Yesterday, I found a world Where people dance, barefoot, Upon shards of broken glass To the rhythms of rage and grief And bleed, laughing, into pillars of salt. I have wandered for miles But this not what I was looking for. Tell me there is more to #life Than this.

Punishment A door slams shut. It echoes through the hallway, Resounding in the raindrops that fall On galvanized roofs. It is the sound of stifled emotion Upon crushed hope and white rage. Love smiles smugly, oblivious To the sour revenge sworn repeatedly Through clenched teeth. Reddened eyes Spill the hot, scalding rain. Then comes the bitter calm, When Pride sulks sullenly, seething, And it is raw defiance that will stamp Out the door, undefeated, Stronger than before.