When I close my eyes
to sleep,
I catch a glimpse
of the deep.
I see the inflow of tide,
I see yesterday
in candle light,
rushing,
between the ocean
and I.
— akyllus
In the still of night
I talk about
my anxieties, my beliefs,
my terms and time.
Though, it always responds
with only silence,
and tolerance
and the kind of attention
that people mo more have
the time for.
For that’s the way
of silence.
— akyllus
A thousand stabs from the same blade found my flesh
until their absence burned deeper than steel’s cold hunger.
Now this hollow ache,
where wounds should weep,
crave the knife’s familiar song.
— akyllus