Béal na mBláth

"Even after all this time these things I remember entering our room finding it dark save for a single sunbeam falling across your body stark contrast against the black sheet even now I can smell grap..."

"In that crowded hall it sounds so cliche but the glitter in your smoky eyes made me forget everything nights spent laughing crying, cutting eating dreams and drinking despair I will never forget when..."

"it began s l o w l y self-protection gone awry let hope fall away beauty is pain trust nothing salt the earth until love can't live pain and fear and joy compressed into dull grey vacuum sometimes I ..."

"if I'd known noticed the obvious transparently fatal decisions, actions, words maybe... maybe... too late. time is a treadmill can't walk backward cure the wounds already inflicted unravel a tape..."

"I am a marionette the puppeteer's dead I hang inert strings tangled over the shadowy rafter hollow, wooden eyes to the hardwood quiet stage dust settling in my painted hair I long for someone to twitc..."

"when she left I climbed into this little box closed the lid blotted out the sky so I wouldn't see her face in the stars in glittering twilight hear her voice birdsong on an ocean breeze feel her lip..."