Ammunition

I know where you’ve been The reality behind strained grin Long sleeves Baggy shirts Underneath it all is hurt Make-up doesn’t hide the sign Emotional decline Soul damaged and burnt Confusion and chaos Not really living Utterly lost Weight of your demons Holding you down Pretending and hiding Praying for an end Or some quick…… Continue reading Ammunition

House on the Hill

The house on hill looks like it’s smiling. An ironic illusion. Who thought to dig out a flat spot on a hill? It was obviously meant for landslides, not living. It does make for a lovely view. You’ll see, once the swelling, bruises, rage and fear subside. Or a new family moves in. It’s clear…… Continue reading House on the Hill

Storm

I am strong, but I am tired It’s not a matter of gratitude I have enough Wanting only distractibility Lucky are the disengaged The buyers, the consumers, the healthy The weightless Shopping for the best deal Tragedy came and stole my party Starving myself to shed the weight Living proof Bones are tenacious You are…… Continue reading Storm

Numb

I’m not sure that this feeling can be described as numb. Maybe I just haven’t gotten there yet, or it’s possible that I have passed it up, after all, numb means that you can’t feel anything. So how am I to know? Let’s get on with the show. I am quite uncomfortable, inside and outside…… Continue reading Numb

Sinner

  I chopped off the head of a snake once. I am responsible for the death of millions of wasps and spiders. I tried to save the field mice, but there were just too many feasting off my food and fouling shelves with fecal matter. I know, I know, it’s barbaric behavior, and I beg…… Continue reading Sinner

Beauty and Bruises

  If you can no longer handle my truth If you can no longer handle my voice If you can longer handle my strength If you can no longer handle my beauty If you can no longer handle my bruises You no longer get to be in in my tribe