Buried Memories

I see your face when I dream, though

I can't quite see the shapes I used to recognize.

You're only partially excavated, and

I'm not sure which way I'm tossing the dirt.

Satiated

My anger is a storm with an appetite.

She craves violence, and blood

as she threatens to tear me apart.

I might be the eye, but I can’t look away.

With blood red lips, she’s never hungry for long.

Abandoned

My heart only knows how to grow love.

When there is no one to reap the harvest,

where does it go?