She is Dead to Me

All alone left to ponder, the spirits I consumed bring monsoons to my eyes. How could this be? I would never do this to me!!! A day filled with laughs brings nights filled with grief…nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, privacy? Ha! Privacy is raped.

Yet there she was at 3 am, body consumed by it’s own water of salt flowing from the rivers of the head caressing me. Rocking to and fro left wondering…

The ocean air comforts me, the smell of the sea now me, in the flesh I feel her…the synchronicities to lead me? The trail of crumbs has grown cold, freezing me!

Irrational it all seems to be…believe it or not, it was all real to me. Left to travel this road unknown, alone? Maybe…

By Empirical Earth Angel

I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting on me for years...won't you walk with me...

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