She can walk
          between
             night and day
               never letting either
                  get in her way.
She learned this trick
                     many moons ago
                                by
                     going deep within
           and never letting it show.
Her soul is innocent
her heart is pure
she’s gone through more
than most could endure.
            She’s an angel of light
                 an angel of dark
                 you never know
              what you will spark.
                      You want to hurt her?
                         Please, go ahead and try
                           she’ll be the one to show you
                                  just how well she can
                                                              f
­                                                                l­
                                                                ­  y.
                                  Her soul innocent
                    her heart pure
      but never think for one minute
that she’s not secure.
                                Say what you will
                          please, do what you must
                       but your jealousy and hatred
                             won’t waver her trust!
~

There is a world out there
With... Sky so blue,
Breeze so caressing,
People so real,
Outside your phone.

i sleep with razor blades
tucked tightly under my pillow
i linger in smoke
stop
and smell
              flowers
i dig silver blades
in the heels of my feet
walk head    high
all womanly
i season my chicken
with crushed up - - -
          zolpidem
.                   .                   . z
z                  z                z
rub them in good
and nice
Made sure, all the flavors in.
i light my house on
?!!?!?!?!?!?!?! fire !     !     !  
maybe… some warmth will come in?
and let my head
rest in the air
- wait a second-
oh! what a mighty view!
    i might just be ?
        
n.b

The leaves will change
And fall to our feet
The winds will blow
Let the branches meet

Crisp morning air
To fill the lungs
Of townspeople walking
Warmed by the sun

Yet still our paths
May not yet cross
Lest we bathe
In seas of loss

The world still turns
So trapped in place
Stuck longing just
To touch your face