it took me forever to realize
that the darkness
is fine

just not
all the time.

he touched me
and my knees felt weak
my mind went blank
and I didn't know how to speak

Few people can be believed
The lips are packed with lies
Words fall as if manœuvred
To benefit selfishness’s world.

I carry the dust of deceitful
tongues, swollen, diseased
Where is cleanliness left?
‘The dog’s bowl at the door’.

Love Mary ***

I sit here,
delusional, calm,
awaiting slumber,
between textbook pages.

Eyes hold me at gunpoint,
threatening to close,
now widen
with the promise of a new poem.

I'm sorry
if you think the way I'm acting towards you
is unjust
after your fingertips scaled her body
like it was the highest
most beautiful
mountain in the world

                                       Alysia Marie 2015 ©