When hearing clicks of remotes,
Cell phone buttons, and car doors.

Rolling jays all afternoon,
Listening to songs by Frank Ocean.

Laughing and when I'm happy,
The taste of sugar in my coffee.

Drunk on Captain Morgan,
And when I'm home alone at night.

Familiar smells, and on rainy days,
And when I feel scared.

In my dreams, on every page,
When I love.

No matter where I am,
or how I feel.

These are some moments when,
You know...

Tonight,
        I kick and I scream for him,
He yanks my hair-
        Bruises my young face-
My womb defiled-
        By an unknown intruder,
And tears silently streak-
        My nameless face.

For sometime later -
         In the darkness,
I dreamt of his ***** hands-
         Touching and feeling me,
And his grimy fingernails-
         Scraping at the inside of my eyelids.

Yet the dream has yet to end.
          For I lay here,
Comfortably asleep-
         With his arms around me-
Hot sweet breath on my neck,
          And I know he is to be-
There when I wake,
          He always is-
And will be forever.

But I will stand
          For love not hate-
And my strength not faint-
          Will be seen so on-
From this night.

Money is spent to make it all right
                  No expense can be spared for love you see
A clue to this damp but glorious played up ceremony
                And being admitted to an elite club of the insane
The asylum that many readily join including myself
             Offers some assurance to believing this passion is true

The demonic tones of an old piano
              Are tapped to the rhythm of my walk
A walk to the death some may argue
          Or maybe the plank to the life that’s more than this one
Clicking and stomping of expensive high-heeled shoes
             And the empty peoples clapping hands
Welcome an inviting tone to this unfamiliar place

Later, bragging and screaming and loud blues music
               Plays continuously in the background
Skeletons of once known adored people dance around
             Drinking frivolously and laughing hysterically
The cold bars and low-lighted floors
         Make for a tingling sensation to run down my spine

As I see you my friend, my angel, my beau
              It seems I will be spending my eternal life here
Always my mother and father say-
           Amongst leeches, roses,

And the ringing of wedding bells.

I gasp for breath while standing in the hurricane
The boat offering no shelter from the blistering wind-
Salty rain piercing my eyeballs,
Shivers of the reality running down my spine.

As I see the destiny that will become of me,
The great rocks protruding-
Mocking gravestones of the night.


in the thrashing constant motion of the waves,
the darkness of the moon consumes me,
And an unfamiliar shadow-
lurks over my torn vessel of a body.

death itself coming to receive me-
its long ***** fingernails pulling on frayed strings of my soul,
unraveling who I thought I was,
revealing who I now had to become.

I looked into its beady eyes of truth,
and in a moment of white clarity and strength-
life launched me back into the slow minutes of the day.


Air finally filling my lungs,
Back on the beach as the first heat wave of morning-
Flowed through the sand of my newly forgiven life.

The last of my strength was used to pull myself-
Away from the past of the thunderous ocean,
And onto the warm cradle of familiarity.

In that moment of safety and vulnerability,
Nothing was guaranteed,
But the sun reweaves my frays,
And once again they become-
Part of my soul.