Author: Torrey

Pillars of Salt and secondhand regret. I feel your heartbeat in every song. Let me sing the words unto pages no one will read. Dig with my pen, scratch a feeling into dead wood and hope you’ll understand. Pollen clouds- Hark our voice will rise above This wind is not of change, but Rath. Sodom…

I have fallen into the old patterns, Their names still leave my tongue hot. You can call upon whatever you think you have, but I know it will not be enough. — Your frailty lies upon your lips like the lies you tell yourself everyday. and I will devour you whole if I must Sate…

A second sun has risen over a different horizon. -But I am still tripping over shadows of the past light and yearning for that same morning to appear. To warm our backs and hands But I can see this new light and know its incandescence. I see now. My pains do not matter. I know…

Again, I’ve found myself wandering through deserted places that only I care about. Still whispering your name and the names of your flowers Maybe if I pour myself into them you’ll show your face and let me apologize some more. How many times do I have to say it to feel a little less of…

Eat the guilt -Cover it’s taste with salt and old dreams Better bloody than dead, I’ll wash my hands of it again. Hold it at arms length, so I don’t cover myself with its fears Talking always of myself I I I so I can only blame myself later Holding heavy my shame and heartbreaks…

I feel a creeping sense of my 17 year old self again. Ayn Rand and Neutral. How arrogant I was, but only on the inside. Timid a rat I was nothing to care about. No wonder you found another to confide in, I’ll think to myself, falling back into the worn patterns of self sacrifice…

Do you recall, I spoke of splinters in fingertips and told you of the pain. Have you noticed how heavy the roots in my heart have grown? They shoot out in search of water or earth- but They haven’t found ground to sow in. chemical burns and My blood screamed at me, but I couldn’t…

It’s been seven days, and I am still unsure of my footing. Where does my seat lay within the confines of your space? Laugh with them, show them I, too, can dance the social call they seem to favour. What predator lays with prey and finds itself among friends?

I’ve saturated myself with sweat and suffering for 3 days straight. Rose water and cloves, to fill boiling water cups. Maybe this will work and take away that (deep-seated-something) and let me breathe, just enough for the vapours to make me smile.