PARCHED WORDS Slitting whispers on the blade of silence till it drips breath dropping on parched words thirsty to speak beyond silence

ARMS OF DAWN An eloped night breathed its last in the arms of dawn and wrote “...i will haunt the dark”

TANTALIZED Drunken bottles sober till poured, drinks calm till stirred ...stories silent till sipped this tantalising rim that circles the swig

Healing The will cleaved, the fracture gapes, covered in splinters crisscrossing like fingers interlocked against the blinding glare of hope, once again.