News of an attempted murder

(You may not hear it in any news)

A thin string in

The neck

Gloved hands are

Dark

Bitter

Angry

A train broke

The silence

Opening me

To a death yet to come

I am happy to be here

In this eye of hurricane

Dark

Bitter

Angry

The string chokes

Opening me

To a dark desire

Engraved in my loneliness

Remote Love

Night

I loved her

Through my phone

We are together and apart

Alone in the midst of a web

Hot and cold at the same time

Made love in between

I loved her

Like a cold wind loving the

Dark night

Whispering to the

Split bamboos

The final mourn escaped

From her lips

Reached my ears

Heart

Hard on

It split

Spilling my identity

Hot, rusty

My body crumpled

As an antique ship

A scrap set to melt