Don’t even think you’re getting
out of here alive.
.
Well, nobody does so we should seek pleasure.
.
What’s living
without the intoxicating
grip of lust?
.
A wellspring of despair.
.
Spilt me open with your tongue.
.
I’m trauma.
Wrapped in Ivory lace
with a citrus twist
.
Enter into this new realm
Of endless possibilities
And sufferings.
.
A wellspring of delight.

You’re chipper, he said.
I had the urge to hurt his face or his ***** or his pride.
But instead I chipperly replied YEP!

Today is the day we tell the children.
It’s been a long time coming,
We’ve spent a long time going.
And yet, it’s shredding my heart
To look in their eyes,
The same blue as mine, yours
and watch the truth slice through.

If only you would’ve read my writing,
Perhaps you could’ve seen
The emptiness inside of me.
But you didn’t care enough to look
Closely.
Should’ve would’ve could’ve
Didn’t

I need a support system,
To help me hold myself together.
The fibers of my being are breaking apart
And the children don’t know the truth yet
Impending doom upon our doorstep
Looming.

I need you
Like road rash on my chest
From skidding across pavement.
I need you
The same way I need another tattoo,
Etched into me.
Acridity.

Walking alone
On the First cool morning
of the season,
It’s bright and clear
And I notice, for the first time
In a long time
That I can feel the Sun on my face.
Somehow I’d forgotten
My love
for these beautiful mountains so blue
Behind The hill that’s been blocking my view.
A dump site for resentment
and sadness.
Now that I’m
Observing the world again
instead of ruminating
This is my future,
My home.
My view.