Tacos

For dinner we made tacos, My mum and I. The last time was years ago. I miss their heavenliness. I could cry. It was incredible. The tacos were divine. Even though we weren’t professionals, I’d never had anything so fine. Even if the shells were burnt Until parts were as black as night, But now…

The Dying Tree

All the leaves have fallen, To the ground and into the snow. All the years I have stood, to defend My body from the floods’ destructive flow. The days where the breeze blew My swaying arms like a graceful dance Are no more. Now I am left with you, A demon, appealing only to the…