Cutting Coral

The waves are too strong For my tired arms They drag me under Spinning me until I lose All sense of direction I reach out in hope Of something, someone to hold But all I get is rough coral That harshly cuts me As I lose the last of my oxygen -Kel Dayheart

Don’t Ask

A broken heel Running mascara Without a jacket In the rain from hell Could this day Get any worse? -Kel Dayheart

Empty

My stomach turns and twists Until bile foams up From the hollowness That is inside me -Kel Dayheart

Spiraling

Spiraling down In a tornado Of destruction I killed All of my relationships In one sweeping move -Kel Dayheart

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