the twist of your smile,
hides a seemingly soft set
of razor sharp teeth
yes I remember all your cute angles
and how they cut so deep
in this house
so full of interruptions
such things
so real
now
there’s ghosts
in the walls
they wait
a passerby
they slip in
unnoticed
& Suddenly
I ache
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 8:11 PM UTC
I stare at the million wrinkles on each hand
a respectable women once told a smaller me
this means I am a wise soul
but I didn’t feel very wise
when a million taunts and laughs at school
followed me around at recess
until one day
I careened off my green bike
and landed among the sharp little rocks
that bloodied these hands
as I felt the pain slide through
every line in my palms
I knew this was life
and that I would have to try again
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 11:38 PM UTC