Splintered Petals

She sits quietly Staring at her hands Lost in thought Her fingers writhe like snakes Entangled and ensnared Caught in her lap Caught in her eye She sits quietly Staring at her hands Her thoughts writhe like snakes Entangled, ensnared Caught in the word-trap Caught in her sighs She sits quietly Staring at her hands Her... Continue Reading →

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Lullaby

⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ She falls asleep to the sounds of gunfire In the arms of chilly concrete Alone in the ruins of a normal life A four-year old Ancient weeps ⋅ She knows no life different But dreams of so much more A home, a warm meal, a family In her sleep the... Continue Reading →

Vacant Rose

It's easier in the dark. Alone doesn't feel quite so isolating wet cheeks go unnoticed Somehow, the bleakness seems a comfort Not unlike a pair of warm arms. She doesn't know I'm watching Lost in her rain cloud I'm positive that she'd prefer an embrace To the cold silence There she sits Cross-legged, nude, Tragic... Continue Reading →

a horrified shadow

If you have never felt hunger a desperation so deep in your gut that it gnaws at your bones and it speaks in vernacular tongues whispering to your pain addled brain in the devil’s voice it denies, tries to convince your starving stomach that it doesn't need that sustenance then you have no right to... Continue Reading →

What am I thinking? You don't want to know. No, You don't. Believe me, as a prisoned resident, I know from personal experience that It's dangerous liasons and cutthroat city in there. It's certainly no place for a tenderfoot such as yourself. Huh. So you say, with that devilish grin and a flinty glint in those... Continue Reading →

I was a good and faithful daughter. I paid my tithe and I paid my time and I paid my dues I payed for my sins and prayed for my soul prayed for forgiveness for sins I hadn't committed yet All because my ancestors grandparents, my parents, did because a man in a robe told... Continue Reading →

i'm not what i appear i wish that i were able to be strong or confident or assured of myself truth is that in intimate gatherings in smaller spaces and darker places the likelihood of a typical initial response is relatively high due to social programming however, the effort expended to maintain in this manner... Continue Reading →

Tomorrow is cutting day. Yup! I'm going under the knife! ... Admittedly, I'm a dight nervous about some legalised lunatic armed with nasty ass tools and enough meds to knock Godzilla into the next dimension being anywhere near my nearly perfect physique.  That was snarkasm, by  the way,   There's nothing perfect about this physique and... Continue Reading →

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