Isolation

They do not hear me, my voice is hoarse

I look at the mirrors and no one looks back

In the void I am empty, formless

In the silence, you lose your strength,

Your bones will break, your mind burns away

Slipping away, melting in an empty self

I have nothing left to say

Spider Crack

Up my arms

A shiver at the rustling

Sorting through the keys

We pause and smile

Shimmering in moonlight

Cool breeze swirls around the closed door

A spider with only a thread

Flying blind, I see spider cracks

I bought bright padlocks

For her backpack

A funeral, her first trip

Alone.

The lands

The bare root of the plantations are white
like the hooves of the raiding deer
a crack of thunder in
this season of morning dew
more unfathomable than the waters
and clouds by the mountain slopes
between breaths, I burn.