L

L is for love from you, for us.

L is for lemon juice over pancakes.

L is for luck, which does not exist.

L is for left, the boxes that were forgotten during the move.

L is for liberation, from a tainted connection.

L is for London, weekend breaks and no explanation.

Secured

A whore secured a bag with their front.

A bag weighed less.

An ex-partner secured a bag with their front.

A bag weighed less.

An employee secured a bag with their front.

A bag weighed less.

A fellow on the level secured a bag with their front.

A bag weighed less.

A woman was once drowned and was forgotten by the owner of the bag.

A bag weighed the same.

A woman who had drowned once cried over the words that were spoken to her in a lie.

Her bag was non-existent and her heart too delicate to comfort.

A woman stood up and tentatively walked towards safety. Her wet clothes clung fiercely and her mind withdrew for a few days.

A woman woke up and secured her mind.

A woman inhaled and secured her breath.

A woman felt stronger and secured her heart.

A woman remembered who she is and secured her love.

A woman walked with grace and each step attracted growth.

A woman walked and walked until her beating heart transformed and set her soul free.

Stars

At night the brightest star glowed many light-years away.

I saw it, night after night, after night.

Pressing my hands against the large windowpane, watching sky glitter again and again, and again.

My deep brown eyes stare right at a single star.

Knowing in my heart, I’ll always know exactly where you are.

Deep blue space encapsulates life, stars around stars, around stars for the real ones.

I sleep wonderfully each new night.

Under the stars, closing my eyes and resting my mind.

Good night.