Moments that bleed out.
You can taste them in the air.
Palpable and bitter,
the eyes sting, heart aches.
How does it feel to live?
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
Moments that bleed out.
You can taste them in the air.
Palpable and bitter,
the eyes sting, heart aches.
How does it feel to live?