as a kid
there's nothing
like wasting away inside a tiny
room
sitting on the backrest
of the couch
looking out the window
and seeing her
tread through the rain

a red umbrella covers
her.

Mother

she's going back
to the liquor store

Sometimes words start to flood my head,
Words that constantly point me in the wrong direction,
Words that want me to feel pain,
Those are the words that kept me from blocking him for so long,
The ones that told me he was a good person,
The ones that stoped me from knowing the truth.
That be only wants pain,
He only wants drama,
He’ll hurt anyone I care for,
That he’s toxic

I wish I could just make those word disappear,
Make them go away forever,
But I can’t,
And there must be a reason why

My sadness does not
Make me empty.
Not even close

It fills me to the brim
With fiery anger
And painful frustration

From the fact that
I am the only one
Left in recluse

And nobody will take the time
To bother to tell me why

So no I’m not empty,
Far from it
I am determined
And I am bitter

One day you will recognize me
And until then

I don’t have the time to be empty

the room was cold
and there were
gray flowers
of dampness blooming
all over the walls
He took off
his shoes and
the shoes were the
warmest things in
the room so the kitten
climbed into one of them
He sat on the
mattress in the corner
and petted the cat
in the shoe
He smiled and said
to the kitten, "At least
I have no debts."
Even God agreed
with him. He winked through
the hole in the
ceiling

She wanted to stop you from hurting yourself like that,
But when she saw that fierce, oh-so-terribly
Valiant look in you piercing eyes,
All she could do was stand and stare