Throats hoarsen with daggered insults
A plea for control – A threat of death– A trust long frayed. One arm reaches for the other And uses it as a batting ram A steady. beat. Impounding on a vacuumed. chest. And when hours pass And scars are painted over She provides flesh on a porcelain platter– An apology for mistakes never made She stares blankly beneath the sheets And screams. But hoarse throats make no sound.
Each unhappy in their own worlds
They were driven together. Then desperate for each other They clung to their unhappiness But now apart they soar: Their weightless bodies drift And when they pass These two old friends– Ghosts locking eyes– Glide without a smile.
First I fell for your eyes
With hazel specks and inviting guise Then I fell for your laugh Uneven and hearty and somewhat shy. Soon I fell for your hands Then your lips, your brain, and incredible drive— Your truths, your dreams, your curious smile Your biggest regrets and most convincing lies. And now I’ve fallen for you. And all at once it feels jeopardized— I fear to confess Those 3 little words that Historically have been so weaponized.
my past self was afraid
that letting you go meant letting go of a piece of myself. I wish I could tell her: that is how you will finally Find Yourself.
Step by step she's trodden on
Her jeans are stained Her blouse is torn. Two toes edge the crumbling cliff She turns behind– But alas! She slips. And down she plummets Down, down she falls Her eyes are dazed Her lips forlorn. But as she reaches Not one yard saved Strong talons grasp– To home she’s dragged.
I never thought I could love
Anyone else. But when I shiver You make me warm. You gently blow On the dying ember He left behind.
It wasn’t so much
Like falling As it was being hit By a fifty-ton train That jolted me awake.