she's not much of a princess
if her castle's made of sand
her tiny kingdom will last only until the next tide.
she hides
behind locked doors
trying to get out of here,
she constantly dodges ammunition
that rush by and tear up the earth with each impact.
her raggedy life is never still enough
cries out,
but does anyone listen?
every tear is lost and wasted in the ocean
sifting continuously, she is
washed away with each rain.

i have a paperbag heart.
stuffed with
the junk you've thrown in.
flimsy and fragile, easily
degradable.

it's been many nights since
you last called me,
and your voice
now sounds millions of lightyears away.
you're just a distant, lonely star
burning coldness, out of reach.
i wonder how the surrounding
inky darkness fails
to engulf your existence,
and blot out the memories i have of you.
still, you're slowly drifting into
another dimension, another
chaotic universe
surreal
i can't seem to
follow you anymore. 

the moon shines through a slit in the sky
and from her window, the stars
appear encrusted on the tree branches.
she sighs, believing
there is not much else beyond
what she sees.
simply grasping at temporary escapes
and paradoxical satisfactions

It's New Year's Eve, and
I should be looking
forward to a new beginning,
but I'm stuck at the end.
Your icy betrayal
clamps at my skin.
I'd burn
in anger, to thaw my
frozen