Another day

I saw it in his eyes.
He was finished.
Had reached the end of his rope.

BM

In the back alley—in the alcove—hidden from the public eye by the dumpster, I find it.

Shadow self

I am afraid you are going to do it.
And you are afraid of doing it.

The Unveiling

. . . the invisible thin lines became clear only after they had been etched and showed red . . .

I Walked . . .

I could not tell if it was your backpack
Or your life 
That was too heavy

Another You

You are someone different in your own eyes