Midnight, the water running between us, frigid the air – despondent the heart whose selfish outburst destroyed the bridge to your love. (Twitter poems @Vjknutson)
Tag: hurt
Seasonally
One rose dripping red, like blood from thorns – a warning? a promise? even roses die – love, too? (Written for Dark Side of the
Unwanted Visit
The years have done their damage, resentments, like border guards, line up between us… and then you just show up, as if somehow that makes
Changing Direction
This path I walk is not my own; it’s paved with genetic markers, familial dysfunction, and ancestral angst. Can you see them walking with me?
Heartquake
mind regresses in the aftershock – tremors of misspent devotion reverberate suffocating debris teenage hearts caught in the quake – a marital schism – plucked
Too Far Gone
Been taking inventory, gathering essentials, craving nourishment, coming up lacking – cartoon version of a former self. Spirituality, once fiery now looms over me, a
