What more could happen Held there like the wings of flies Between the fingers burned in blood and ink? Where naught was said And less was heard And all those moments Like seconds stretched to minutes And stretched to eons Like the indigo of rainbows What more was there to say? When all that should […]
I know it’s Thursday when the nurse brings the little paper cup with five pills instead of three. A sip of tepid water and I go back to staring out the window. I can’t abide small talk. Never could. Better to observe my surroundings than spin idle words. My wife understood that, why don’t these […]
What happened to loyalty? We seem to have forgotten it. Ever in the pursuit of finding something better, something bigger, more likes, more follows, and wistful notoriety, we have left behind this basic principle. Even in your mistakes, missteps, hiccups or poor choices, triumphs or failures: I choose loyalty to you. tara caribou | ©2020
an ocean rages inside me pours out in sobs and wails crashes against my ribcage drowning my heart, my soul streams of liquid heartache flow down tears constantly falling I was whole when you were in me you walked effortlessly across my stormy peaks and troughs now I’m dry on the outside parchment skin and […]
How did I find my way here? It wasn’t supposed to be this way, was it? Looking down at my hands, I see them holding my glistening entrails, piled and ropey. I cough, and a spray of blood erupts from my lips. “You’ll soon see it all,” a raspy voice utters. From the shadows she […]
Come on, girl Don’t let them see you’re hurting Don’t let them see The pain in your eyes Smile when you’d rather cry Say you’re okay When you’d rather say you’re dying Don’t look them in the eye Be vague Can’t let them know your anguish Your broken heart Your innermost feelings Cry in the […]
Every day was much the same. Day in, day out. He sat upon his doorstep, his thin, deeply tanned naked arms resting on his knobby knees. Knees worn by years of a hard life. Cleaning the shoes of the rich and elite, he was an old man, overlooked as insignificant while the city councilmen and […]
It dawned on me today that I am a writer. I have always ALWAYS viewed myself as an artist. Since I was a little kid able to actually think of myself as ‘something’, I’ve been an artist. One who is never quite happy with her art because the OCD surfaces: lines got to be formed […]
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Imagine that grown, creepy men have been trying to fuck you since you were ten years old. Imagine one of them did, and when you told people, no one believed you. Imagine agonizing over what to wear before you leave the house because you know you’ll be judged for whatever…
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 […]
