Than I hope that you never find yourself in the sights of the blue. In that cold, dark, room. Where you’re told questions, And you ask your answers. Where days pass But the slightest breath is caught, And filled with sharp stabs at your identity, your sense of self. And lies about you, and yourContinue reading “If Words Can’t Hurt You”
You wish you had tone like mine, No jiggle here, Constantly tight and firm. So tight in fact, that every movement is a workout. Because my body is strung, like a trip wire. I’m used to it now, so much so that I forget about it. Until the insertion of the birth control device. TheyContinue reading “Muscle Tone”
I have been vocal Over And over So often, all I can do is feel rage, back away and close the door. Ignore, and recuperate for another vocal round. Even if I look people in the eyes, No one listened for 12 years. And now, the world will have to mend all those years ofContinue reading “No Change”
Persistence is failing. Over, And over, And over and over again. And persistence is giving up. And waiting out the bad And starting over. But still moving Even if it is backward.
My eyes catch on the tents we pass I am one fish in the ocean, and each tent is a hook holding a member of my school inside as they writhe for warmth and fight for life. It is nothing but chance fickle and random as an unbitten opportunity that separates us. I can’t convinceContinue reading “Past Tense (AKA Group Psychosis)”
I was sitting at my table, As my friend wrote a check for me to sign. She was 25, And had never written one. I asked another, 26 year old, To help by putting a stamp on my letter, Because, yes, I write by hand. And I love it. My friend did not know whereContinue reading “I Miss Civics”
Have you seen chaos so sickening that you dreamed of going numb? Even though there would be no hope of joy the numb calm would outweigh any loss. there are enough sharp corners to war and murder that they could be grabbed with a scalpel of creative thought and be thrown out for the obsoleteContinue reading “Numb”
No one will say out loud that she killed herself. To be honest, I know none of the reasons her friends use softer language, but I can make educated guesses: Because it hurts to say, Because suicide is wrong. Because death is scary and sad Because she gave up on treatment Yes, my heart hurtsContinue reading “Because You’re Not …Because You Are”