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 …

Recovery from Trauma and Addiction

Another great read for those who have experienced trauma and addiction. By Nikki Coffelt, PhD How I Got to Know the Gods and the Demons so Well

Plastic Girl

Dreams of memory loss Refractive nightmare replacement Dismembered and detached Off and running after sanative spirit and soul Despite debilitating disease Just because I’m smiling doesn’t mean I’m not in pain Screw what the world expects Social engagement keeps me sick I’d rather stay home with my 2 packs a day All I did today …

Now

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 …

Rambo

The sun strains in whispers Washed under roars of thunder Flaming sparks elucidate Hallucinate Motley limbs scratch their crooked nails Across the glass summon a monster’s ball Close the curtains lest they grab hold Placental encapsulated protection Birthed in resistance and objection Insensitive creatures Breed sensitive souls Cut them down to discourage growth Cord poison …

Come With Me

Days of the innocent Children go outside, get lost in make-believe Carrying secrets not knowing the weight Believing the same of their playmates As they grew with invisible cracks Fractures in a vulnerable infrastructure Building blocks of brain damage Recognized when I left Remembered when you howled Catastrophic collapse Razor sharp relics resurface Regurgitated into …

Proceed with Caution

One of the great challenges for those who have survived abusive and neglectful parents is that there is often a part of us that is still waiting for them to love us, even if there is very little chance of that happening. Locked in an archaic mindset, we continue to go back for more, looking …

Butterfly

I can’t be A productive member Of society When I can’t even follow My own thoughts Because You and You You threw me to the ground Mixed with dust and detritus Existing on Layers of dirt and sand Turned to rocky crag Abandoned baby Feral soul Wild thing Tourist Don the illusory garb Hide in the …

Courage