Broken by names of your flowers; I fell into a place where light can’t touch the wounds you left me. Your father’s garden needs weeding, but where do we go from this? Am I the only one to pull them up, pluck the courage to pluck? I hear you, screaming again, of flowers and poison…
Tag: Writing
Insulin/overachiever
Waking up was more of a journey than a destination. Limbs so heavy weighted down with concrete mixed with sugar. I still feel them falling into themselves. Have you picked up sand washed over by the tide and felt it flow into the air in clumps seen only once, and then forever again part of…
The one about –
Do you remember the night you made me stay alone, save wolves yet to be realized, in the back of (y)our everything? I was so kindly reminded today of the space I felt between us then. Curtains of black and grey billowing between dust and dust and dust. I have no choice. I’ll just Standby…
Haven’t cried, but I’ve been meaning to
confusion and panic as your words hit- hurt my eyes again. This was not what the day showed and the night was too long for me to have cared. I’m falling I failed my wicker…
Heart.stop()
You are the reason I cannot breathe. Nailed my mouth shut With the harpy’s claws- A catalyst for Self destruction And reimagined mutilation Of my eyes with whitened knives that sprout from your soft hands. How many layers of bone and blood have gone into the weapons you use? What a dire end must they…
dead nerves
trace the line they make from foot to floor- my skin crawls with the shock of feeling again and you can’t take this from me. willow bark for my head- never enough, though, for my heart. crush the leaves i gather in my hands. An offering to you, love, something to whet the incessant swelling…
Fall-En
Scorched, like the eyes of my former self. Divinity pouring from your fingertips- how wholly you have come to encompass a part of myself I don’t really need. I forget where I’ve come from at times and you remind me- It doesn’t matter. We all end up in the pit. What wrath have I incurred…
Heavy
These stones Sweat with suffering Like all I have ever seen. You speak of divine faces from the ashen Places between But you leave your tears Streaming into wells That none draw from.
oh
disaster has fallen upon my shoulders. I know of the things that will hurt me- how they flutter around, caged, held back by time and memory’s ever closing eyes. Best friend, The years have taken you from me. Replaced by another again as before, how old wounds stay ever fresh when you will pain into…
Today
I chanced to look at the past; it’s written forms so eternal, so long as I choose. You told me you pick the quotes that remind you of me and I didn’t realize what that meant at the time. So unquestioning a faith, so unutterable a love. “I have found what you are like, …