I starved myself down to the marrow in the narrow hope that my demons would find these bones to skinny to lick clean. Oh, but these monsters found rooms in my… Read more “my monsters”
Category: Resilience
Wicked Lies
There is a ghost of who I used to be who lays her head on the underside of my pillow and whispers wicked lies behind my eyes… Read more “Wicked Lies”
The epiphany
I curled my leaves and starved myself to the root to deny the pain of blooming, to pollute. and what I found was that the sun didn’t… Read more “The epiphany”
Plant me in the garden
a plant’s roots, pot-bound, grow to the shape of that which kills it gnarled comfortably below the surface. plant me in the garden where I may feel the sun… Read more “Plant me in the garden”
I am not a stranger to the rain
I am not a stranger to the rain. I am not a hard-packed desert who at first storm-break will flood, reject the course of life that comes most naturally. I am soft… Read more “I am not a stranger to the rain”
Snowmelt
The wrongness of winter rain on fresh snow– where do the snow fairies go in this world promised frozen?
Dry Eyes
but to pull myself together now would be to squeeze a palm of sand to stone without water, the healing crush of tears
Do not ask the sun who she shines for
Do not ask the sun who she shines for– though she illuminates the shadows of men her light is the product of a fire in her belly that cannot be extinguished or… Read more “Do not ask the sun who she shines for”
Burned Out
A long-forgotten wick, lit, burns fast in melted wax
Nothing delicate but my laundry
This skin I’m in tastes of freedom I will not shrink for your desire
Indigo Tuesday 