poetry

BED BUGS

Closing my eyes 

Terror drowns my mind

Whatever is under my bed will strip me from my cloud

Feed off me

Introduce me to its home

Feed off me

Greet me to its friends

Feed off me

Laugh together

All while feeding off my fear 

SPACE EYES

The shine off her eyes

Like gas burning in space

They will never tell lies

Of the truth of my life

Total silence

So deep it creates new sounds

Sounds of peace, her presence

And the calm wind blows our hair, creating crowns