The ridges of my scars are easy to trace
Bumps and bruises are the very code of my past.
Feather your digits
Across the Braille of my skin.
From
That violent violet patch of skin
A direct result from the day
Mother screamed after me as
I pitched and tumbled off my bike
To
The barely there, white imprints
Of the blades that lazily drifted
Across my wrists, stomach and thighs.
One touch to
Feel
Read
Know
Me.




(K.R.S)

You are the enticing novel
I love to curl around on a rainy day
Like a steaming mug of hot chocolate
You thaw the freeze covering me inside

You are the never ending box of tissues
Dabbing at the overflowing crest of my tears.

It’s as if you are the doctor
Who administers me my medicine

You are my sanctuary, my confidante, my love
But most importantly,

You are mine





(K.R.S)

I finally realized why
The young must love so fleetingly.

It started the day
Your biting remarks laced with venom

Showed me how cruel you could be
Any affection I had towards you perished

Like the leaves dropping from branches
On one chilly autumn eve.

We fall so hard
So heartbreakingly fast

Is it any wonder that the impact
Is so incredibly
Shattering

According to her
She’s a walrus.
With a two inch waist.
The wind whistles by
As it passes through
The space between her thighs.

Mind the gap
Your mind whispers.
You listen to her guilt
Over that last burger.
And your mouth twists.

Wide open eyes
As you sweat in pants
A little too tight.
And dream of mermaids
In a sea, so light.

She doesn’t deserve to be upset.
And you want to tell her so.
Chest widens
Breathe In
Her chin trembles.

You can’t be mad.
She’s trapped too.
So you sigh,
And think about gravity.
9.8
Meters
Per
Second.
Squared.
(K.R.S)