dark emotions

Reverse: A poem

I sit.

And I watch as life runs in reverse.

I watch pills crawl back up throats

Back onto the tongues and off of the black gums of junkies

Like a symphony, a firing line one after another from the lips of the damned

Clattering, no, splattering, onto the floor after one more failed attempt.
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airport

One more flight: A short story

From her seat on the plane, Anne looked out of the small window, down at the airport getting smaller and smaller below her. The bright lights of Manila would eventually fade into the night, but that wasn’t what she would miss most.
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paper crane

Epitaph: A poem

We clutch our skin, reach for hope from our ankles,

We close our eyes, pray for water, pray for answers,

We keep our fear in a silent place — we run.
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