Do you remember when the bunnies jumped over each other in the crescent?
Soft plump bodies catapulting in the air, dancing with each other around and around.
The black of midnight contrasting the beams of light, highlighting the grass circle.
An acrobatic stage surrounded by buildings,
with no observers and the only sound the silence of sleepers.
We sat there, two soft plump girls, and giggled at their freedom.
Laughter boomed behind us making their joy so much sweeter.
Observations of small animals in their freedom found endearing,
rather than evoking a sense of control.
You, out there with the wind in your fur.
Us, in here, where the heat is stifling.
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 8:56 AM UTC
He wants me to be a matchstick,
burning all of his negative desires into a pile of ash
May 7, 2025
May 7, 2025 at 12:33 PM UTC
Sometimes I’d eat of out of my lovers hand and sometimes I’d spit in it.
A rainbow of colours entices me but also reminds me of the spew into the bathroom toilet
May 7, 2025
May 7, 2025 at 12:32 PM UTC
Trying to love you when you don’t love me is like drinking acid
It burns my tongue and coats my throat and brings tears to my eyes
Nothing I do or say or where I can go will stop the burn of unreturned care
Nothing you do or say or where you can go will stop me from downing another bottle
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 3:08 PM UTC
Who I have become
A maker, A sturdy do-er
Calm and confident and kind
I get up from the ground, gravel rocks falling from dented skin
And offer you the flower I found on the ground
Suzy homemaker with scars on her hands and arms
With old cookbooks and rocks in her pocket
Feb 18, 2025
Feb 18, 2025 at 10:25 AM UTC
As long as I judge my fellow man
And fear his path
I’ll find myself waking up one day wearing his image
Feb 18, 2025
Feb 18, 2025 at 10:20 AM UTC
Each year I rummage through my closet
Greens and reds and blacks
I throw things away, deciding that light pink makes my skin look blotchy
I realize that shades of green help highlight the gold in my hair
I get rid of things that fit me too tightly on the arms
Or things full of dryer lint that no longer serve the look I’m going for
As I get rid of some things
I make a plan for how I’m going to replace them
I sit back and admire my my work
Yep, no pink.
Yep, no wrinkly collars.
A new colour scheme for another year
Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 3:33 PM UTC
Precarity blinks open its sleepy eye
A reminder of the things in the dark
Death, destruction,
A rug pulled from beneath your feet
One minute
In love and excited for the future
The next
Hand broken from punching the granite counter
A casket lowered into the ground
The smell of your old lovers sweater entwined with a hundred stale lies
Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 3:29 PM UTC
The dark forest in my mind
Ash falling from the night sky
Pieces of burnt pictures
Large spiders ****** their strong legs into the limbs of the trees
They gnash their teeth
Angry, volatile, desperate
All of the monsters inside are unhealed feelings
The anger, a coping mechanism
A reaction to hurt
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 8:17 AM UTC