The Fog

Wet feet lightly tiptoe through the chilly grass.

There’s a dreamlike quality to this night, as the fog sets into the moonlit garden.

Nadia pauses at a rose. One of those gut feeling tells her to run, but she’s frozen solid as fear grips her tightly.

Moving, she screams as her beloved kitty pops out of the tree and becomes entangled in her nightie.

Blossom and Bone

under the soil.

you lay under the soil surrounded by the sounds of insects moving and water soaking into the soil.

under the soil, there is a wooden box.

you lay in the wooden box with roses that once blossomed and bloomed, yet now lay in petrified pieces upon your chest.

under the soil alone

you remain perfect in your chest of what once bloomed so beautiful and bright.

under the soil your blossom and bone.

you remain silent and still as the stars and the moon sing their song to you.

The Red Flower

You are far from me
Yet you are so close to me

Your hand touches me
Yet you are continents away

I saw you that day we connected
It was being inside your head

Your alarm was mine
Yet you embraced our special gift

I know your thoughts and you mine
It was the fates playing

You’re with me until the fates know
Yet I love you being here

I touch you with lips to your heart
It turned our spirits alight

You showed me the red flower
Yet you never said a word

I vowed to meet you in a week
It was the happiest words

You vowed to meet me in a week
Your happiness ripples
I cannot speak
It is done