He hurts me. Every. Single. Day.   He hurts me.   I can’t stop forgiving him. I tried for three years. I can’t stop.   At the end of every day, He is the one I want to talk to.   Prompt 16, Hour 16

Prompt 16 – Carousel

The Carousel turns to a Melody Horses rear up against their reins, Frozen in a gallop that never ends As their prison turns and bends And twists their expressions While children and couples Ride on their backs as The Carousel turns to a Melody.

A poet does math

I counted stars once not for any practical reason not for romance they patiently waited for me to finish, as if they cared   I was sitting by a campfire spitting it’s cinders as part of the evening’s death throes they fluttered skyward before dissolving…