Chapter 1 – Amber Jealousy

Does she hear my visions?

Yes, she does.

Does she travel with me?

By my side.

She rests her head upon me

Even as I write

She calls to rooftop angels

Fearing flight

Padding, stroking through the night

She waits, as I arrive

Pen in hand

I see her pout

Comfort comes

Though not without a fight

No sense in struggle

She’s a pusher

Crack to crack

My book and she

If she could

I would

In darkness


Make my day