Run little girl run Run as fast as your feet can carry you Hide yourself away In the woods, climb a tree High, so high up In the field, ‘neath the tall grass As a tiny mouse Near the sea, amongst the boulders Small as you can be Don’t look behind you Never leave a […]
Take your knife darling and Stab my heart again First take up your cleaver and Break apart my breast Separate my ribs crack crack pop crack Lift out my beating heart She lives for you, only you Sever all the veins and Place it on the tray Use a scalpel now and Carefully carve me […]
oh how I endeavored to catch your heart in my hand but it was like wrapping my fingers around burning blades of grass turned to ash right in my palm I mourned what I never could capture sooty trails crept down my cheeks I beheld my sliced fingertips floating before my dust-filled eyes each cut […]
feel my weight upon you as I lift up and dip down again our tongues dancing wrapping around each other bodies slick with emotion and motion and movements more precious than rain in a desert my nails rake along your chest as yours dig into my hips I cling to you famished dying of thirst […]
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 […]
My review of Mark Ryan’s poetry book “Echoes In Space.”
Come fuck me Lover Use my body like I use yours For just an hour maybe two Make me feel like a woman Like I am wanted and desired Don’t look me in the eyes I don’t want to see the truth there Just use me and Let me live this silky lie just a […]
my face silently slips beneath the jagged waves moonlight accents edge peaks and valleys and I’m no longer fighting it releasing my final breath I’m floating softly in this cold new world sinking down into the vast depths I look above to see the gentle beams reflections of some far off light sifting through the […]
She fucked him to remember She fucked him to forget She fucked him to feel beautiful She fucked him to be someone else She fucked him to drown out the pain She fucked him to feel alive Because when he was deep inside her That’s when the world made sense tara caribou | ©️2017
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. […]
