Trudge

Glass half empty

Too far now to turn around

Hopefully there will be 

Shelter soon

The light keeps coming closer

Can't tell if it's angels or spaceships

Maybe the train carrying promises 

Has derailed

Since vows are only lies that haven't

Yet come true

At Arms

Steadfast Tin Soldier

Becomes Soldier of Fortune

My heart is shattered.

Gift

Sidling my feet

Along the gravel

Completely unsure

Of myself

Eyes kept downward 

As I approach 

She looks over

And I reveal the daisy 

From behind my back

I'm unable to breathe

As I wait

For any reaction

Hidden

You're so very smart 

You bruise what others can't see

And hearts don't heal well 

Stolen

The world tilts

And tilts back

The winter shift is on

And the thief steals my sun

Leaving cold in her wake 

Casting a large shadow

As she leaves the flower behind

I'm left to dream

About warmth's return 

A shiver

A shudder

Then black

Tears can water 

My roots

shutOut

Reach out.

It's just a fingertip.

I'll hardly notice it missing.

Keep reaching out.

A finger or two isn't a big deal.

Reach out again

And now a hand is missing.

But I sill have arms

I can still hold.

Do I reach out and

Lose to the elbow now?

I'm running out of arm

To slice off.

Hole

Dig until you can't 

Dig anymore, bitch. And then

Enjoy your new home.