MOULD SWEAT and VERMIN

Mould sweat and vermin

Ringing ears dizzy

Golden liquid perception

into darkness

I followed my rabbit

Guides to the nerves

holding their roots

wound fingertips blue

to not quite let go

The only safe space I've known

So  long 

time is no measure

I can see whisps of light dancing

asking

My heart gives a burst

and then pain

Rest is too long

Nightmares are sleep

I cannot hear my waking 

screams

Trapped in my body

I will fight to survive

An Athlete with no medal

No one can see

Just let me be

Fight to survive

Worn wet black figured holes

Cotton string houses 

upon traps built

Tiny particles ammonia wet must

It drips down the walls

subtle

It doesn't come clean

Nothing comes clean

                                                                     Fine.

                                                   I am the only party anyway. 

 Always Friends

Whenever friends

Friends stay in the ripple of my mind puddles

There you should stay

Others will not understand,

neither will I,

To no end.

 You are all stranger's, home.

All knowing each other  like a new land.

A land once discovered.

I distain your learning practices 

like bone to feather, yet, I not know.

But you in blood, I do.

Don't I?

Same is no trail.

NO path.

Love is truly embedded, like my Horsey Dog.

Like my 20 year old Feline.

More than you will ever be.

I was a memory of your past made

Now , myself.

Thanks, I'll be moving along with my Critters now.

Take good care.

My Heart is never too large for you, ever.

                                                                  YOU   

                           You are the carving of the Majestic paths of  Mountains

                                              that allow ice to carve her skin,

                                                                Into   Love

                                                                        .

Velveteen Dream Queen 

The shadows
A mist

Her blanket that follows

To embrace

View

The view from my bedroom window
Green tree tops
Blue Sky with whisping licks of cloud
Two Corvids cast by sailing at first glance
Something bloody, hanging by their noses
And the song birds sing for the Sun
This might be a good day