the skeleton tree

brown and bare
against the pale blue sky-

a skeleton of what you were.

your branches curled like fingers

that had given up reaching, 

reaching, 

reaching.

and tearing, tearing,
they have torn
all the life like meat
from your wooden bones.

orange and red-
your radiant robe,
spread beneath your feet.

brown and bare-
alone.
what have you done?

the pale blue sky looks down
and looks away
and you
fall
into sapphire night.

monster

The grass is growing,
Grabbing at my ankles.
Edges frayed,
With sharp and jagged angles.

I tear it from the ground,
But higher still it will surround.

This shroud of green,
My efforts vain and feeble.
And here I was longing for rain,
But now I'm slipping under.
The barren ground a forest now,
The foliage a monster.

I'd run away but it was me
Who dug the holes and dropped the seeds.

The grass is growing,
And soon I'll be devoured.

radio

You're a song I can't get out of my head,
Like fingers through my hair.
Twirling every strand,
Unconscious radio of fear.

Repeating the same pattern
In a tapestry of song-
Under my scalp and crawling out
Whenever I'm alone.

My body screams, I rip the seam.
Follow the string, unwind.
I tear this tortured melody
From the fabric of my mind.