The Walk
On cracked pavement
I walk,
slow and
cautious,
fearful
of falling,
of having to
pick myself up
again.
Saturday 13th May 2017 5:53 pm
The Cycle
You taught me that love is pain
and I believed you.
Now I'm grown
and I know
half the wounds I carry
aren't even my own.
Saturday 29th April 2017 8:04 pm
Bloom
A solitary seed
displaced by the wind
and as I grew
I carried doubts within.
Will I make it through?
Can my roots withstand
when I'm standing alone in
a story unplanned?
With no one to mirror
the strength of my core
I couldn't see past
the insecurities I wore,
so when each storm hit
I barely survived
which only surfaced
the shame etched inside.
...
Saturday 15th April 2017 1:51 am
Epidemic
Arm outstretched,
pale eyes defeated,
is it veins
or anguish
that's unclotted and bleeding,
staining ivory skin
and numbing the sound
of memories tainted
woven and bound
to the girl in the corner
who's desperate to drown.
Yet as the high rises
so must it fall
and the ivory of her arm
she will stab once more,
around the corner
and acros...
Thursday 6th April 2017 11:56 pm
Hidden
The door is closed,
unlocked but
cobwebs make it clear
this door is rarely entered.
Paint chipping,
black faded
stain dripping down
cracked glass.
Abandoned yet
familiar,
like deja vu I know
I've entered this door before.
Enticed,
I turn the key.
Wrapped in darkness
the echo of my stiletto guides me
one
step
at a time,
time
tick...
Wednesday 29th March 2017 1:40 am
haiku
#1
Clumsily painted
treetops hang crooked under
the blue of snowfall.
#2
Violent wind shaves the
withered leaves from their limbs. Soft
rain licks at their wounds.
#3
The fury of tides
swallows sand and beach. Darkness
creeps as lightning sinks.
Saturday 25th February 2017 3:51 am
The Storm
Broken on the ground
she lies naked,
stripped
like water by wind,
like glass that can't mend,
yet desperate eyes search --
to her left
there is no one,
to her right
only him
who left blood on her thighs,
lightning raping the sky,
as the night is stained darker
and the night is inside
so she lies
silent,
stripped.
Thursday 23rd February 2017 3:35 am
last night's dream
Layers of voices
fill what little space is open.
My apron is filthy,
worn,
from coffee and syrup
and another sleepness night at the diner.
As my pen hits the pad
I'm dizzy with commotion --
grills sizzle,
plates crash,
menus open,
mouths chomp.
Someone shouts at me.
I rea...
Tuesday 21st February 2017 3:51 am
untitled
The room is a blur
as the water rises.
Message in a bottle.
I've lost him to that bottle.
Crack his face
with the poison
that chains him.
Blood pumps
to the white
of his eyes.
Can you see the cuts?
Shattering as he falls,
the baby moves inside me.
Monday 20th February 2017 9:46 pm
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