©2023 michael raven
fingers gripping
fjeld scrub grey
crawling away from
hooks and binds
trying to drag me
back to zombie
words | spirit | alchemy
Bite sized. Tastes like spoiled almonds.
©2023 michael raven
fingers gripping
fjeld scrub grey
crawling away from
hooks and binds
trying to drag me
back to zombie
©2023 michael raven
sad movie
heavy heart
a lifetime
thrown away
©2023 michael raven
frost growing
from my nostrils--
how awkward
©2023 michael raven
under midsummer's sun
do you recall
the warmth falling
across your face?
winds painted
blood fingerprints
grey stone
©2023 michael raven
i pick a thread from the webbing between my fingers draw it out and become unraveled forgetting how to sew
©2023 michael raven
dream kissing you
in the rain is a
secret i keep
buried deep
inside
©2023 michael raven
if i withdraw far enough can someone promise i will wake in a pine forest on a snowy night trapped in a single streetlamp's glow?
©2023 michael raven
a hammer striking sparks into the dark my steel skull shatters with each pine tree pop in january deep freeze
©2023 michael raven
sitting down with a ghost we chat about the old days before he brushes past and fades to memory
©2023 michael raven
simulation running...
simulation running...
simulation runn--
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