Swallow it all you said

and tears began to flow like blood from burst veins

so she was put away for a while

and then you found me

-

You knew me by name and by nature

for so long, so long

-

I counted the months

but I lost count so quickly

-

imperfect I was

so naturally so

that when the end with her was near

you found me to be perfect too

-

Rainy weekends turned to dust

and you said ‘sleep well’

-

I slept so soundly and I never thought of you once

-

because I was just the rebound girl

Baby left his mother’s rollerskates on the stairs,

Watched her deteriorate

He held his sister’s hand.

Baby put on his cap

And his scarf

Oh his pretty scarf.

Baby smiled at his girl

Told her how it was ‘love’,

She wore armbands.

Baby wore his jeans low

So very low

And had a laugh that infected the honeybees.

Baby’s in a coma

He’ll come back soon

To remove the stings from the wasps

First love

Seeped in,

Bled out,

Dried up

a fragile heart

that now beats in time

to the Angelus bells

If I could cry stars instead of tears

I would sit on the highest cloud

Sing the sun to sleep

Pluck water droplets from the rivers and

Sprinkle them on flowers that sway in the night breeze


My tears would twinkle and young children would marvel at them


I would not feel the need

To rub away at them furiously


I would be so proud

To cry every night

My heart was filled with daisies whose heads sprung from each ventricle.

Their stems creeped through my arms and I radiated purity.

Then a new seed was sewn into the cavity of my chest

And thorns grew from my body, now nobody can touch me.

The cut as it happened was not quite so sore,

A sharp stinging pain at the most.

But the blood trickled down and onto the floor

Bright on the skin of a ghost.

The razor was sharp, bright pink with two blades

Used solely to bring harm

There was blood in the sink as the razor cut deep

Down into the skin of the arm.

Little did she know the cut would leave a scar for many years to come,

She would have to lie when asked what it was, unable to tell anyone.

She’ll never forget the day of the cut, the sinful, painful deed.

She hopes that one day the razor won’t come back to her arm like a trusty steed.

Softly raindrops fall on window panes,

The dripping sound is soft and sweet

What could be as beautiful as rain?

The sound, the bounce, the tapping beat

Just like animals trapped in cages,

The raindrops push against glass like bars

Only gentle in its early stages

And glistening faint like dying stars

When suddenly an aggressive pounding,

The rain it pushes, bangs and hits

A crashing sound that’s so astounding,

The rain it laughs, it slams, it spits

And then so slowly fades away,

The sun it locks it up

Until it comes back another day,

To couch in lonely tulips.