My breath cold on
Hot stillborn air
Struggling through
Thick stagnant black
Just to die.

Walls surrounding
Glum in light
Yellowed from poisons
Gone, and forthcoming...
Speak rumors
Of times
Abandoned.

Soft animal sounds
Stark night
Breathing
Skin against sheet
Contagious nightmares
Raped of sleep.

The dank smell of old pillows
Billows & sieges
Under futures left uncertain.

Leaves crunch outside dusty window
Under invisible feet
Terror often visits
Silent hours.

Train mourns in the distance;
Wants for things intangible
Dim street lights
Can not reach here
But the wails of the locomotive
Invades the street with such booming cries
I begin to mistake them as my own thoughts
As others often mistake my sadness for my grace.

Accents of Jasmine ride in
Periodic
On the backs of summer breezes.
Dark hope indeed, has a scent.