#beagleswings

[beagleswings]

bricks and bones glance-stealing stones glass walls, paper thin on the edge of falling in bridge stacks unscathed fast river, current waved three's company in tow falling rocks to break below what was built is coming down where's the victory in your crown? gap-filled with anger in her heart hers, his, and mine now torn apart

[beagleswings]

is it wrong to love without the permission of time?

sometimes i think it is,

but then how can a feeling like this be wrong with eager punctuality?

[beagleswings]

I've never kept a journal past three entries.

I've written a thousand stories with no endings.

Finishing is a fear.

The means to an end, becomes the means to a beginning, and a clean slate is unforgiving to a smudge.

[beagleswings]

Trace the lines on my skin with the tips of your eyelashes. Butterflies kiss the marks my bed sheets drew upon me in the night I spent wrapped up in them and you.

Emily W.

[beagleswings]

I don't know where I am supposed to go when your door is shut.