"bumps and thoughts and hereafters"

The air feels heavy on me.
Gravity wouldn't settle for force,
no, he wanted more,
and he pushes, he shoves,
a strength that pulls me down,
that shakes me sideways.
The room lurches
and with it, my sight, my core;
I beg to stand, to breathe,
to see straight,
I blink tears away,
I push the liquid back down,
but the room lurches again.
So heavy on me,
I sway,
a throbbing above me
and no control;
I've forgotten which way
to lay my head.

"weather"

The cold
in shades of grey
it moves, divides,
each goes their way
and with it shifts
Emotion
beneath the skin
scattered minds
in shades of grey.

"love story"

Good Morning!
she yelped and cried in vain
good morning…
to fingers stiff and cold;
and the waves crashed,
the tides turned,
the eyes were still and far.
She begged to no avail;
the tree shut,
the dirt fell in mounds,
the foliage died away,
and she knelt and wept.
The time passed,
the skin fell away,
and she came,
she came till Good Night,
good night…
she whispered
into fingers stiff and cold;
she tossed with the ocean spray,
and two souls drowning, drenched,
salt heavy on flesh,
flesh heavy in water,
water heavy on lungs,
lungs heavy on breath,
breath heavy in love,
love heavy on hearts,
hearts
stopped.
And the two souls
they fell away,
they floated on.

"my fall"

To not remember, not recall,
to feel the wound but not the fall;
helpless, lost in an empty brain
and void all memory:
the fall of pain.