I’m so damn angry, at the way things have turned out, at the poison that just came out of my mouth. At the words that just flew could I tell you they had a mind of their own? I can’t because you’re positive I’m made of stone. That everything...
I set aside a time to rage In blue on my calendar I said I would feel bad for thirty minutes and go on with life right after I said I would run faster And the noise would die down My feet against the pavement The ruin of solid ground. Compartmentalize and detract put...
It is seven in the morning, and everything is falling apart. She sits at the glass table and examines her feet through the floor, coffee cup in hand, slowly circling the remnants of the morning through her mind as they swill before her back and forth. Her hands don’t...
She looks out the window to cold hard skies that scrape the ceiling of the world and fade into the early morning. The fog has dusted over and everything seems shrouded in a wetness that chills you to the bone but when she sticks her hand out to feel the rain there is...
Maybe there was a point once upon a time Maybe we could have had our own story But there was a moment Where we sort of just took this other road Turned this weird and random direction And Even if we ever got back to the tracks There would still be Mud On our shoes. ...
There is a man who works in the post office And everyone feels sorry for him He is old And slumps in his chair But he always smiled at everyone He hands them their mail And says have a good day And he’ll help you with the package If you made a mistake I often wonder...
I pull. In and out of it and wrap myself in the thunder that surrounds it.There is no safe space here, in the dark where the lights go low and the shadows come up and the answer is always no. Have there been others? That traipsed this path with feet covered in sand...
They have all forgotten to move or to breathe. They have all forgotten to dance and to be swift and cunning and electric. They have forgotten that I existed once in this space where quiet voices heard and wanted and desired me. I have forgotten how to exist among...
Loneliness came calling in the dead of night for her. It crept up into her bed and made it cold, it hummed with the empty space. “The quiet will be the death of me.” She knew this, and yet her feet remained anchored, the television remained off, the...
If you listen closely you can hear the churning. It hums in the night while we are sleeping, dull roars we have become accustomed to, the quiet clacking of things moving as they should, in circles without anyone giving it a moments notice. I asked for someone to give...
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