tara caribou
poetry & short story author – artist & nature lover
Tag: Cutting
Time To Remember
sitting in a grungy diner having a bit of gossip with a friend the bells on the door jingle a dark stranger walks through the door wearing all black and a trimmed goatee and carefully styled hair he looks right at me I barely… Continue Reading “Time To Remember”
This Time
My mind is circling again. The demons of old are whispering in my ear and I am listening. God. Why do I listen? You’ll never be good enough. You’re not worth it. You should be a better artist. You aren’t intelligent enough. You should… Continue Reading “This Time”
Shrift
I am fucking low I’d say don’t give up on me But We all know I want you to Once he said “If you say that enough One of these days I’m going to leave” It was no surprise when he did Nowadays I’m… Continue Reading “Shrift”
Hidden Dark Soul
Follow me down. Down the dark tunnel leading to the hidden parts of my soul. The stone stairs are clean from debris, but slightly worn from the constant use. I’m not used to bringing someone with me, no, but as of late I’ve been… Continue Reading “Hidden Dark Soul”
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