Swerve

Surging through my veins, I run.
Trapped beneath your wrath.

The candle light has begun to dim,
I melt in darkness.

And become my own.

Under covers.
Alone, eternally.

Your sand will turn to stone.

Contents in A Canyon

In the cavernous depths
Of our boundless cliffs

We climb.

Cracking in the waterless abyss
Immeasurable, alive and fighting.

Knowing it is impossible to crumble,
Omniscient of this concrete existence...

We shall carve our names
In stone.