in my dream the headlights have passed
taking grief whizzing by
winding me breathless into yellow
the warm kind, Gladys used to wear.
Overalls (dusty) asks me, smiling, sunny
how is our Jonny?
Oh he’s quite well I say.
But they already knew
Corn has yellow teeth and smiles
Bites, the grief teasing flesh, only hard
enough to draw a little blood.
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 10:54 PM UTC
Oh sister dearest,
Who art thou?
For I no longer recognize
The eyes
Once so green, now
Seething,
Echos of your own hell fire
With which you have allowed to consume you
Where did the green meadows go?
You loved animals, you wanted to be loved .
I miss you sister, sister
Sister dearest died in her sleep in 2012. Oh how
I miss her so.
Mar 16, 2025
Mar 16, 2025 at 10:36 PM UTC
Loving an addict is a cancer
It confuses your body
To attack yourself
Who is this and where did
That sun go
I swear I saw it ! Did I ?
You’re killing me because I
Am watching you-
Decompose
Jan 26, 2025
Jan 26, 2025 at 11:31 PM UTC
sometimes suicide
is screaming
I hate you
To the mirror
And carrying on with your day.
Jan 11, 2025
Jan 11, 2025 at 2:08 PM UTC
Wind rushes past glass
Tiny cuts I dream drops
Of scarlet
The faster I ran red
Red
Red
Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 12:27 AM UTC
a haunted girl is a home
some still stay., the ones she loves
they dwell in the mist
she stays away from her beloved ghosts
she still loves , of course
Oct 6, 2024
Oct 6, 2024 at 8:51 PM UTC
summer rotted under my tongue
dissolved into autumn
I am ready READY!!
Ready for the decay
the rot
Leaves bleed and fall to their ends
barren trees, cold
still silence
The decomposition of Anna
Thank you , fall
Falling into winter
I will not freeze alone
when you freeze to death you feel warm at the very end
Sep 8, 2024
Sep 8, 2024 at 10:30 AM UTC
The plants have grown in front of the windows and I can no longer see out of them. I live in the basement. My air purifier is filthy and needs a new filter. There’s photons on the wall but I am no longer the person in them. I live in a basement and I feel like that says something about me as a person. I’m below them, I watch them but I am hidden. They don’t look down to see me. That is okay.
Jul 27, 2024
Jul 27, 2024 at 8:58 PM UTC
Worms for dinner ! Worms for lunch
Worms wriggle in my red fruit punch
Jul 24, 2024
Jul 24, 2024 at 10:48 PM UTC
who do you see in the mirror when it is dark ?
behind me lay the women, the girls the girl
I was
In various states of decay.
Jul 24, 2024
Jul 24, 2024 at 10:44 PM UTC