in a way, it was savage the way you held my hand a little too tight a little too firm nails biting into the back of my hand in a quiet corner of my mind there stood a tiny thing just a flicker of thought in the recesses, shadowed shrouded in doubt yet true nonetheless […]
Somewhere east along Highway 37 A neon sign flashes intermittently vacancy The Scarecrow Hotel remains alone Stained threadbare carpets muffle TVs And tearful phone conversations Sixteen parking spaces yet only four filled Warm shower and a sagging bed for the night The ancient bricks lure the demented and sick Vultures eying through the windows Black […]
Into his thoughts she crept Quietly, unbidden He let her stay Perhaps too long And when she chose to leave He could not bear it For he had become used To her presence tara caribou | ©2020
Violence Darkness Hard tug to the right Voices Whisper Head down on the ground Committed Controlled Say just what to say Power Ruthless All came with a price Favor Discord Push out all in mind Muttering Mumbling Trace shapes in the sand Obedience Subservience Tear out all my flesh Scared Crier Weak beyond all doubt […]
I can feel them, the icy cold hands, my inner demons. They’ve taken a hold and are pulling me down. I don’t think I can fight them this time. I’m not strong enough. Not only am I not strong enough but the old doubts have risen with them as well. What’s the point? What’s it […]
you look in my eyes and you say, love suits you love? love suits me? ha! more like blind naivety you ask, are you pushing pushing away from us? yes, absolutely yes I am pulling away distance growing makes it less painful betrayal less available my skin is leather the rain is thundering down and […]
From the inky depths something calls deep crying out to deep Staring over the edge he feels the pull stretches his hand forth He sees his reflection beneath it, movement withdraws his hand in terror stumbles backwards His heel catches on a coil of rope down he tumbles, arms flailing He lifts his voice in […]
There are 247 types of cigarette ash and he knew them all. So when I pointed to the considerable pile with joyful exclamations, knowing he would instantly unravel the mystery before us using this one vital clue, I was then understandably quite disappointed when he waved me off, muttering, as was his habit, about worthless […]
I still smell his scent on my sheets Though it’s been long since he left my bed Lifting his pillow to my face I am reminded of our last night together How he clung to me like a man possessed His whispers in my ear Of need and desire Hands crushing and grasping and pinching […]
It was just a frumpy little thing. Missing an eye. Torn and resewn over and over. Threadbare, you could barely tell the original coloring of its fur. His nose had been lost many years ago. A mouse-haired little girl had played with him once upon a time. She named him Stripey and took him everywhere. […]
