Want to Envy

Want to Envy

Intoxicating want
Moves me quick
To blurry vision
Unable to make out
What you say

So easily
I slip out
in laughter

smooth words
strung together with ease

lull me

I want
I want
I want
To believe

you




By
Stace

Emotional Flat Line

Collapsed and cold
And still alive
Lie upon the Stone

The hands of fear
Strangle me tight
Cutting my supply
Waxing cold

Alls withdrawn and safe
Safely invisible
Safely numb

Movement’s vast array
Desire has lost

You call….but

I will
Not hear


By
Stace