The Cliff: A Tall Tale
Don't look down
They say
Starve yourself
Of the unknown
For nobody knows
What's below
I shield my eyes from the cliff
Proclaiming my distrust of the ledge
I sway as the wind
Whispers
Horrifying nothings in my ear
I dare not peak
Lest the bottom I seek
Tensing, I coerce the rock
To become one
With my feet
If earth hears my plea
Safety is guaranteed
I find
To my dism...
Wednesday 28th August 2024 9:32 pm
Falling: A Prayer
No
I refuse to
fall in love
The thrill of
the hurried air combing through my hair
And the earth rushing to meet my
anxious face
is gone now
Much like you are
No
I don't wish to fall
If the universe could
grant me one pace-altering gift
I'd wish to float
with you
like two ice cubes
emersed and indulging in
liquid joy
Never to be ...
Saturday 17th August 2024 5:34 pm
Best Laid Plans: An Anecdote
I had a map when I was young
Nothing special but
I swore it held my fate in
its borders and legends
Tales of what’s to come
So I clenched my fist around it
for if it was never lost,
neither could I be
One day, I found that one map
couldn’t guide me to
every destination
I longed to reach
So I procured another
and another
and another
until ...
Tuesday 6th August 2024 2:39 pm
RED
Taboo
Cautionary
Loud
Transgressive
Feverish
Powerful
Inflamed
Classy
Tacky
Infectious
Lustful
Lust Inducing
Painful
Irate
Hellish
I remember standing
in the dressing room of Dillard's
with my found Grandma
as she asserted
"honey, Red is your color."
I collected her commentary
and carried it around in the back pocket
of my...
Tuesday 30th July 2024 5:07 pm
Swallow Me, 2
You would be doing me a favor
that I find impossible to gift myself.
Less death since one could say
my soul passed away
a long time ago,
Silently.
Like the serenity I long for.
No, not non-existence,
just
silence.
I scream a cackle into the
cushions of my sofa
as the irony coats the inside of my mouth.
I must have
deserved
the ranci...
Wednesday 24th July 2024 2:10 am
Swallow Me
I slink around in my one-bedroom apartment
wallowing in my loneliness.
It feels like everyone who I have ever loved has
absconded from my grasp.
Shockingly,
they all fled in their own unique fashion.
Some moved away.
Some I moved away from.
Some turned out to be different
from whom I thought they
ought to be.
Some transformed into something more
sinister
...Sunday 21st July 2024 12:28 am
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