Secrets

Tonight the moon looks upon me

My silence, so hard to keep

Outside wind roars

As if to comfort my raging heart.

Knives

She pulls the knives from her heart.

 Raw flesh clings to cold steel

like a faithful companion;

afraid of the warming pool

that must surely flow

My Reality

Reality sticks 

like words of amalgamating phlegm

hardening within

my ever tightening throat

to speak I must surely choke.