Porcelain

Scorched earth and pouring rain
From both, shade I seek.
This withered tree is all I see
So over the cliff I run
Hoping for a quick respite.
A world this cruel
A life this fragile

Conversation in the absence of words

The beads of sweat..
whispers a wish for shade.
The feigned interest in the fish-eye stare
murmurs of masked disgust.
The furrowed crinkle
rustle the doubts within me.
The rumour of a smirk
sighs curses from afar.

At sea

Burning behind my eyes
A tightness squeezes my head
tired thoughts swim
A sea of fire and ash