NaPowriMo Day 8

It's the translucent blue skies

That summon me from the cavens of a cool house

The gentleness of a breeze as the sun warms the skin

The feel of no layers

Spring,

Spring has come!

I can now shout gleefully

Until the next snowfall comes

NaPoWriMo Day Seven

I lose the simplest of thoughts

The easiest of items 

The string of words

A command, said merely two minutes ago

I remember

The look upon your face

The simplest of moves

A spell cast upon me

Observant, unobservant

Dreamer, thinker

I am the clever liar

NaPoWriMo Day Six

The fresh, new red notebook

The one to my side

Enscribed on it's pages

The corners of my head and my thoughts

My handwriting

Smudged and soft

A pencil worn to the nub

I stare at it

Before shoving it deep into my bag

NaPoWriMo Day Five

I squeeze your hand

Just to know

That I'm still alive

And I'm not dreaming

I had fallen

In my dream's eye

I pinched and bit my skin

The hands that I don't care for

No more

Bitten fingernails, down to the stub

A swelling of a mark

The relief is my addiction

NaPoWriMo Day Five

The alto, wailing and drowning out all sounds

The beat loud and modern

A phone to my right

Waiting for the buzzer to ring

Awaiting for a text at eight

A message

To summon me from my cage

NaPoWriMo Day Four

The swarm and tangle of blankets

Leaves swirling inside a teapot

As I pour a small stream of the drink

Into a mug, heating the glass

Cupping my hands around the mug

staring the stumps of nails on my fingertips

I flip the book upside down 

Pausing my mental adventure

To sip and let the tea cool and soothe me

The sun shines from behind a cloud

And the clock ticks on

NaPoWriMo Day Three

That condescending look you give

The slight scoff and tiny smile

At the most important constructions

Of words and prose

That I can create

I slink away

Into my cave

Hiding away