Bounded-Faucet

We're here, hidden in the midst of our closing days, waiting for that small speck of light to grow larger and engulf us in all its eternity. To wrap its warmth and squeeze us tight until our limbs go numb. Too long has the pitch dark night covered our eyes and captured our thoughts. But now we are free falling and waiting for that bright whiteness to enclose our souls Yes, we are here, but, soon we will be there.

The lids of my eyes felt heavy as I watched the sky slowly darken; a sign that the day will disappear and the blackness of the night will reveal itself.  I know in time I will have to give myself away to the comfort of my navy blue blanket, soft encore pillow and those oh so soft jersey knit orange sheets.  Sleep feels like a no man's land where nothing matters only your consciousness leaving you. Everything is paused, no jobs, duties, obligations, or people to attend to, your bed is the only one calling. There's a sense of safety in the night, yet a feeling of worry at what the black air provides to vacant desolate neighborhoods and back al

Tourists They walk clad in their Tilley outfits:  khaki trousers, khaki shirts, and khaki wide brim hats (usually popular among the men). There are Canons, Nikons, Polaroid's, and Kodak's that rest on their napes and shoulders, waiting to flash a million times. Picture after picture, flash after flash the camera works hard, producing pictures to only be viewed for a moment soon to be neglected until the next time they feel the need to be nostalgic. You'll find them in the heavy populated sites or even in the most peculiar spots. When you see them they will probably have their heads cranked back, rotating from right to left, eyes bulging, and

Let us walk on, unresistingly into a new phase where the ruins, and outskirts of their residence chill in discomfort. There, no noise might awaken the mind and body that remains undisturbed. As soon as the night's truth awakens from a sleep deep in the shaking strength of the mornings light no longer showing.

I'm sitting on the edge of my bed attempting to put this room in order. I'm folding those t-shirts and sweaters that have been collecting crinkles and lint from being bunched together in one position for too long. An assortment of papers covers a quarter of the mustard concrete, spider webs and dust bunnies infest the inner walls. After hearing " your room looks pathetic", underneath my covers from my slightly exasperated mom I've decided to attempt to clean away the disaster. My mind goes blank at where to start. So, because organization and I are at war I do everything at once. It doesn't take long before I'v distracted by the ongoing conve

My finger nails are getting too long. I can tell because when I run my thumb against the tip of my fingers that there's that feeling of sharpness. Or the time when I examine my sisters' backs for pimples to pop and they yelp out in when I find one. Cut your nails they shriek. So I run to my room and close the door. Instead of taking out a nail clipper and clipping away the length I do something different. I bring my fingers up to my sharp ivory teeth and bite. I know it's a childish habit that I should have overcome with age, but it's easier to just use my teeth. So I bite away until what's left is a sense of pain of realizing I've gone too f

I had a dream where all was white and there you stood, tall blonde and beautiful to the eyes of blind that get sucked in. I stared at you and wanted nothing more than to take away those winter, spring, and summer and fall days where you took away myself and took my limbs to be used as a puppet controlled by you. You pull one string and I fumble, another I fail to succeed. Silently portraying no emotion you smile inside at your new found power; controlling me till I am completely destroyed.