Thoughts of breaking up from a long term relationship, and a goat slaughter

The taste of death feels close to the tongue; you sort of don’t care about anything anymore. You visualize your worst nightmare; the thought of being an old single lady who’s lonely as hell, and it doesn’t even feel that nightmarish anymore. What’s worse? Someone asks. Losing your pride or to die lonely? But if

Tune that I would’ve never chosen

I can’t believe I’m hearing this same old tune again. How long has it been, like twenty-some years? Is this what it’s like being old now? My, how I’ve grown… into something no less different. Blank eyed and coming of age, sitting in the car and looking out the car windshield; I once watched my

I show a side of me

It’s been 273638 years, and traces of you run through my veins Like rivers branching through the landscape from long lost reservoirs It’s been 282738 years, and thoughts of you are buried underneath this earth over layers and layers of transitory sediments Only you can uncover a side of me that’s deep within That only