Bottled spirits

They say he
had his demons
I saw them
on his face

anguished, angry, ashamed
they feasted on
the memories he
could not share

there could be
no exorcism for
the pains he
would not speak

only the spirits
he drank released
them temporarily until
they became our demons too

--
April PAD - Poetic Asides Day 12: spirit

The buzz

There is no 

rush, no bliss,

no overwhelming wave

of love or

clarity, just a 

phantom buzz in 

my pocket pulling

me to look

more frequently into

this black mirror

than a real one