Not all the shines
Our chests split open our sternums cracked Exposed, lie our hearts waiting to be wrapped in gold and silver, the threads we stitched Too busy with sewing and scratching the love itch to notice the stings, the things we never said our wounds unnoticed pulled together by threads But the damage got worse and so…
No longer
Below my skin, a burning heat The vibrating tune of your deceit Adrenaline dump, dissociation spike You double down when you know I’m right Translucent as usual, I see your lies Your blatant untruths are no longer mine
Monster
Tongue as a train I’ve been swallowed alive I’m inside the belly of an unknown sign But then a break, a yawn, A flash of white I move so quick The monster’s trite. It’s mouth like a cave but opens like a claw I slip through its teeth and refuse to be thralled.
Steam
Writing on the mirror my finger pushed to the glass I trace my suffering in a cursive lash I want it to fade or go away with the steam But life is cruel and pain will cling.
pack my bags
Quarter horse like I’m running a race Blinders on until my lungs shake and break Eyes locked or freeze framed? We float off the ground and then find out the helium’s fake Can’t live in space, can’t suspend this feeling while my hands fucking ache Stars in ur eyes, dust in mine Gotta cut the…
blue July
nothing quiet like snow free falling from the sky matter meeting pavement like a feather soft lie
u don’t know ur the villain
You wanted to paint me bad but these horns were cast from your shadow. Dangerous, & there I was spun in silk with punctured wounds, your thumbprints. I oozed infected acrylic you painted your roses dead then gave me credit for your blood canvas.
escargot in the sewer
**Published in New Words Press Literary Mag, 2023 grabbed for scraps of attention like they were a delicacy nibbled and savored like a trapless mouse grateful for what I could get – for your cup of day old porridge. bland and thoughtless, hard to swallow, but it was you holding me – by my tail…
Knives over Flowers
you live between atriums split somewhere I don’t hate you I don’t love you either I wish you well well away from me a lily, a butterfly delicate like the fuse to your unconsciousness deep brown but not hollow just empty not poured out, just never filled not an enemy, not a friend either
Lie to me
water too cold, biscuit too sweet tea won’t work I can’t drink or eat my stomach shrinks but grows with pain You let me down and I want You to feel the same— way as I did when You drugged me, then hugged me, every night before bed You wanted to love me but punished…
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