Nights on Spice Island #1.1
Updated: Sep 12
A void recessed inside my chest
serves as a stage to what might've been.
A little more insight.
An angle on pain.
An inch more of height to expand the horizon.
A little less bruising from death's dimmest choosing.
A touch greater courage,
and I might've known
how the aching winds lift
once desire has flown.