She lurks in spaces
where shadows are spun,
the ghosts of things
yet to come,
a figment of your
wild imagination,
a lingering haunting
of your own creation
to show you exactly
who you’ve become,
and watch all
your pieces
slowly come undone

Breath of Words© 1/11/17

photo by Latarnia Świadomości

Inauguration Day


this air I breathe,
hope overshadowed by sadness
for humanity,
the press of cold ink,
signed, sealed, delivered
while he preaches
behind a smug grin
and dangerous promisings
of fear and loathing,
his black magic showing,
poison in the air
as he teaches intolerance,
another brick in the wall
and divided we fall

Breath of Words © 1/20/17