Arsonist

Birthed into flames Neonatal neurosis Suckled on psychosis Face streaked black Chocking on ash Back against the wall Tucked into crumbling Child’s memory Tell me lies of Wind in my hair Swinging From a tree Once anchored Now singed As my heart Rotten roots Fight for life Never ends Home sweet home Gorged with grief……

The Importance of Being

My definition Is broken Gasping For air Time Is calling Traces Of lifetimes Erasing Being Shadow, Where are you? I need you Now Darkness is Here I can’t see Who I Will become When I am One   (Image from Pinterest)

Under the Influence

Frigid fog Relentlessly rising From warm mother Loyal as a dog Turns to ice When it touches my skin Promises spliced Into lapsed life Secrets buried Flashback of Drugged days Bitter taste Anemic amnesiac Miss you Let’s get together soon Sweet solicitations Remember me Drown me Choking on vows Cotton in my mouth Rabid teeth……

Edge of Mercy – A collaboration with Kindra M. Austin

(K.M.A.) Cleanse me in stardust, And I might apprehend love, Cosmically; For I’ve been shipwrecked, Cataclysmically— Marooned inside of mine   (1Wise-Woman) Love screams behind Clenched teeth Just out of reach Swallowed by time Solitary supernova Catastrophically Unaccompanied   (K.M.A.) Claustrophobic frenzied Heart rattles my ribcage— A prisoner imprisoned by Distortions of love lost to……

Backlash

Empty Densely clouded days and nights No light can shine in that deep darkness Penetrating cold that incapacitates Flames extinguished by anguish Ghosts of what I once was Fill me up I’m looking for you My father’s words bash against my already throbbing skull. “If I could just push a button and die I would……

Lucid

I see her body from afar Facedown on a mountainside Head pointing to the river below She rises, stiff as a board, frozen Or dead, who lifted her, unsaid Outlined, illuminated in flame Undead Thawed Where are we going and why do we have to go so far? The look on your face first thing……

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……