it’s bad, it’s bad
it’s a bad way to go;
it’s painful, it’s poisonous
agonizingly slow
just trust me, please
it’s such a bad way to go.



I miss the depression in the centre of your chest

The concave between your ribs

Where at night I nestled my cheek in that vulnerable hollow,

Closed my eyes and held my breath

To heighten the sound of your heartbeat.

Today, I cannot hear it anymore, but sometimes when it is dark

I swear I can feel the pulsing of your heartbeat, it throbs against my cheek

Nestled in the vulnerable hollow–

I long for the sound to return.

Come out

Come out, come out,
Wherever you are,
Come out, I hear
You weeping.
A trail to the left
but I know you’ve gone right–
I’ll follow you there,
wherever there is.

Come out, come out,
Wherever you are,
I promise I won’t
stalk too closely.
But please make a sound,
a sigh will do plenty–
I just want to know
If you’re safe.



It was so cold outside.
That’s all I remember —
so painfully, stupidly cold.

The cold so pervasive
an insidious plague
sapping me of my colour.

“You’re so cold,
so cold, relentlessly cold.
Wake up, you’re not warming up.”

It was so cold last night,

that’s all I remember —

until I remembered

no more.


please don’t probe
at my heart
so tender, like a
day-old bruise
pulsing and swollen
with ruptured vessels
tangled veins.
you are so kind, i understand
why you want to
touch my heart
but for now, please don’t lay
a single breath on it.
my heart is so tender,
so tender it hurts.


I feel so cold inside;

I have left the door hanging ajar

Loneliness, like a cold draft,

Lingers by my toes.

But when I see the shadow of a friend

Approaching through the gap

Their footsteps gentle and tender,

So silently I turn off the light and

Shut the door;

“She is not home,” I say,

“Perhaps, come again tomorrow.”