rêve de cauchemar sur mont

Death in the mountains he looks away almost in shame Watermelon season fast approaching This week, we’re writing poetry again. (We’re too exhausted for something else.) Not everything is happy in life and this little verse is part 1 of a piece we’re working on.   Enjoy ❤️

He.

Il était beau. Une rencontre d’un quart d’heure. Comme d’hab. Un sourire. Un bonjour. Une conversation. Du soleil. Regard dans les yeux. Trois secondes. Stolen desires, I know thee well. He’s just a passing shadow. Gone in a flash. Tout comme les autres. C’est quand que tu restes? Beau gosse dans le train juste pour…

a four lettered word

It follows me. Nags me. Tortures me.  Until I forgot where I am.  Until the end. I have no idea when that will be. It’s everywhere.  It never stops. And all the while, I feel the strings tugging, restricting not my breath, but my control. They call it self destruction, I heard.  The control.  The…