My soul has been hunted violently by surprise ,
How much hatred and envy she carries in her eyes !

Heal thyself poet
let words be your salve
let loose your longing
set free your sadness

Let them run wildly
over salt-damp parchment
Let them wail at the moon
and weep silently in corners

Throw them to the wolves
that your pain may sustain them
For it has nourished you
long enough

Let it all go.
Let it wrench from your soul
with glorious abandon
Let it scream from your lungs
Let it bleed through your skin

It matters not that you are broken,
that your scattered pieces hold no form
Only that you are here.

So write, dear poet.
Heal thyself.

She sits draped in dreams
her dress made of scars
time drips, molasses slow
her torturous tormentor

She waits 
shackled to the memory of your touch
as she traces the curve of your smile
behind faded eyes.
Dust settles.

Your shadow will never arrive at her door
never again will her lips brush yours
of this she is certain
Yet wait she must....just in case.

I say I'm this you say your that online
friendship an illusion of  pixel's seen
on a screen. I say I'm the age I think
you want me to be, but I can be what
ever I want behind this screen.

I talk with you and also them, grooming
them to be an online friend, I am not
what you think. I am older younger I
could be sixteen but really fifty three,
my age and *** is what I  wish it to be.

For online friendship is an illusion, you
see pixels and words can tell a thousand
lies, but you crave a friendship and with
that you found me and my lies.

I could ask you to do things, if not you
the new friend I meet last week. I am
an online friend but you'll never really
know am I a woman, a man  for all you
know I could be a teenage kid showing
friends what you sent me to show everybody.

Now on the web, for all to see and show.
Trust  no one that you have never meet in
person, as an on line friendship is just as
fake as the picture you may see that person
you'll probably never meet.