elsewhere

and know
there is a black place
with stars
and it is your heart.

swallow don't spit

and when
it tastes like sadness on your tongue
sinking in and staining -
swallow don't spit

NaNoUhOh

Oh man. So tired. Far too tired to care about my sad little characters and their sad little lives. But no worries, I'm only say 5000 words behind. Maybe six. No big!

I keep having great ideas for poems though...