Surrender myself to chasms deep,
At odds with mortal terror.
Survival instincts contradict
Material or internal needs.
Last year’s leaves encircling,
Burying me in a peaceful sleep
Until my head starts swirling
And I fly for ledges to leap.
River valleys with shallow water
And jagged rocks like teeth,
Attractive like the sudden spurt
Of shivering flesh in sweet relief.
Spread my placid, brittle wings
Against the pummeling of my heart.
The whispered words within my brain
Inhibiting my space to breathe.
Falling, laughing, painful happy tears,
Giving scars a chance to bleed.
Awoken from the fallen leaves
Asleep, again, perchance to dream.
Poems and Short Stories 