“By Lamplight”

intermittent inheritance
criss-crossed light lines
born on palms and wrists,
mapping lives lost and lived
on nights as dim as this.

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“Scrawl”

It feels like the opposite of quiet bones.
Burning, sparking, bristling
with potential – stretching
out a hand and holding
a hundred worlds at a time.

It’s the adrenaline of opposites,
of terror and comfort and loathing
and love, all roiling under your skin.

It’s the opposite of numbness,
a thousand furious threads
touching words and tugging
at your skin, pulling, like string
telephones, then falling
limp, loose, silent, dead and
withered on the line.