There's A Gentle Peace In Living Between Two Worlds.

With filled ears, the sound continues 

attempting to shove itself in. 

The ringing starts as she feels her heart

beating to the drum's own flighty tempo. 

With altered states and light minds, 

the music incites the slowly melting walls. 

The taste of bad habits on her tongue— 

paired with tequila blood

and empty thoughts.

Dry-lipped and beautiful, 

she lie on the floor with a smile. 

Crow's Feet

When the music sounds so much better entering your ears

and that same smile, stays on your face this time. 

Small crow's feet begin to grow off your eyes, but you're so fucking happy

that you don't stop smiling or squinting or singing 

in your bedroom, with the window open and that cool breeze passes through

and moves along with your now dancing body, wrapping itself around you, 

forming small goosebumps as it glides off your skin and lingers on your closed eye lids 

as the music fills your body and 

you just keep smiling.

The Dust Mites.

Some days:
you just have too much coffee.
It’s just too rainy outside,
too gray and damp, too wet.
You just put too much milk into all those coffees.
The birds outside, living in the tree across the street from your house, are just too loud,
and then theres that splitting headache that you just can’t seem to get rid of.

Some days:
you just have too many thoughts.
It’s just too comfortable inside,
too soft and snug, too content.
You put just too many words into the world.
The dust mites in your bed, feeding off of your dead skin and pretzel crumbs, are just too hungry,
and then theres that sick feeling in your stomach that you just can’t seem to get rid of.