If I gave you my soul,
would you read each page?
Scribble notes of interest
and know me.
Would you take the time,
to help tape the seams?
Would you mend,
the fragility of my soul?
It tears and rips,
easily, emotionally.

the things i've done,
they sank into my skin
and drew a crimson pattern
on the surface,
so when i die,
i want to die with purpose,
and cleanse away
this everlasting sin.

When I was a girl ‘ I dreamt of castles , kings and feast ‘ just a girl with a dream ‘ to fragile for reality too! gentle for chaos ‘ to kind for deceit

I am now a woman ‘ I dream of  power , I crave for success , I am drown with ambition’ my bones grin with fury ‘ my heart is harden ‘ my mind is of a rock ‘ I am too brutal for ones touch

inside, it hurts
it screams
it pains
it aches
it wishes and hopes
but never arrives

my heart

Better that every fiber crack
and fury make head,
blood drenching vivid
couch, carpet, floor
and the snake-figured almanac
vouching you are
a million green counties from here,

than to sit mute, twitching so
under prickling stars,
with stare, with curse
blackening the time
goodbyes were said, trains let go,
and I, great magnanimous fool, thus wrenched from
my one kingdom.