driftwood hollow

Slytherin Things (Part Two)

Wooden bookshelves filled with old books, the smell of rain, candles protruding from every available space, fineliners, wooden desks, jewelry hanging off driftwood attached to the walls, expensive rugs and bedsheets, fashionable scarves, boots under the bed, hollowed-out books with forbidden spells on notepads inside…

Eroding Away

Heed the speed of my flow
wary of the depth of life’s ocean

inside, my streams narrow
my tides hide the undertow of emotions

where the standing called home
now fall and crumble

the earth cuts the density of life
a wide swath alters geography

I watch the hollow driftwood sit
dead as any stone