Not So Poetic Reality

A series of unfathomable events has left me feeling that I’m living hell on earth. Beginning with the death of my most precious pup on April 26th, 2018. This is the little girl I rescued from a cage, the little girl I put my arms around every night and whispered my most secret, secrets to. … Continue reading Not So Poetic Reality

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Cold

On the edge of another night restlessness served under duress I hear her voice echo in my heart where warmth translates hope I feel her in my arms clinging to this moment praying it will stretch into forever so I will never have to know the crushing cold of her absence again  

Paint the Snow Pink

There is a pain in living For those devoured With awareness We are buried Under frozen ponds Murky muddied memories Where wicked absconds Desperately holding on To waning sun In for the long run Exploring depth Of clouded breath This feeling isn’t new Existing in pulses Ripples and surges Repulsive Reflection Of what I am … Continue reading Paint the Snow Pink

Vulture Culture

I had a feeling my world was amiss. I’d been dizzy, foggy, confused, listless. There was familiarity there, beside me, dog-like loyalty. Curiosity kept pulling at the leash, trying to change my direction. An auspicious white light in the distance caught my eye, illuminated by freshly sprouted emerald grass. My stomach turned, my heart skipped. … Continue reading Vulture Culture

If Only

A wolf in sheep’s clothing Pales in comparison Persuasive and captivating Enchanting and endearing If only Some premonition of demoniac possession Brutal beast Savage sadist Throwing furniture and insults A shape-shifter That never left Even after death Haunting from the hereafter Navigating nightmares Destroying dreams Believing I would let you stay If only You just … Continue reading If Only