Little Sacrifices

"You never chose to be the one
but it's because you were perfect

Though now you bow your head
a wet carpet and steam

waiting

and me with the knife
which I as well did not choose
but you see...I am the one as well

Life is in the blood they say
and into the earth
to slumber and be reborn
perhaps to cleanse
even these shaking hands

I wish a promise to be quick
but I have never done this before
may I never again
but a sacrifice never takes itself...

So close your eyes
oh innocent one
more than just the rain now falls

mine will come soon enough"
-k rolly

Alycia (or the Things Yet to be Written)

"It's twelve but not twelve
the breath between

speak and hear
pin and blood
reach and touch
God and answer

skin memory of rough sand on dirty feet
yet now in air
still to drown
widening of blue and horizon
spinning down

wait
less
time

i hold your breath
a poem boils below the skin

and you...
exhale

twelve
touch
poem
drown"
-kevin rolly

Swept

"Swept she said
Like a wind he asked?
No like mother's brooms
like leaves like
an empty room

He asked nothing more
but shut the window
children's laughter turning to ghosts
and sometime around dusk
winter came"

small little oilgraph on a small little canvas but best seen against the dark