Formless, black, creeping, At the corners of your mind, Making you its home.
We boarded the plane and sat next to each other. Jon fell asleep before we took off, and I watched him sleep for a long
Their laughter quieted And their jeers were silenced. As Rain unrelenting met flood.
Creeping crawling lurking leering rainy nightPeering peeping sneaker sneaking window lightClimbing clinging stretching reaching here am IDripping drooling fast approaching fingers fang
Once I was a man Now I’m something worse Lingering, soulless
Many waters cannot quench love; neither can the floods drown it. Song of Solomon, 8:7 When I was seven, we visited Camp Agape. One of