The Shadows
don’t tell himabout the…shadows the black voidsthat hoverat theedgesof our bed don’t share your nighttimevisions with him Or else. it won’t help anything; ifthereContinue Reading
Tag: Poetry
Anger, in Four Parts
Part 3: Disgust The smell of It; the acrid bileof It’s breathhas me feverishly itchingitchingitchingitching It’s very presencehas my skin crawling, writhingContinue Reading
Anger, in Four Parts
Part 2: Rage In the beginning… I AM: angry coils of Fear, Uncertainty, Guilt that wrap around my ribs likeangry snakes Afterwards…Continue Reading
Anger, in Four Parts
Part 1: Irritation Pulsing veins tickto the humof a quaking bomb, clicking down each second Hairs vibratingacross thin layersof papery skin,swattingContinue Reading
For Meron and Rora
Before youthere was manipulationand foul toxicitycoursing through every sound that emanatedfrom the mouths ofused-to-be friends Then we came togetherand greetedContinue Reading
Old stories, weary bones
Old stories and weary bones hanging off my soul. They weigh me down and slow my pace on this arduouslyContinue Reading
Sonnet # 4
I’m looking for the beast that storms in me. The one who boils blood and rips the ground.She chews upContinue Reading
Sonnet # 3
The third sonnet for “Brutally Honest Conversations with God.”
Sonnet # 2
For the series: “Brutally Honest Conversations with God”
Why did I put myself here?
Sometimes, you’re just lost.
