The Mad Puppeteer

his fingers dancing, flicking manipulating and twirling the strings attached to my cracked open heart he made it look easy his wrist barely moved and I fell down at his feet his thumb lifted and I begged his forgiveness I’m under his spell this mad puppeteer of my soul what he wishes, I perform my […]

Havoc and Consequence

My veins have turned metallic There’s a coppery taste in my mouth I’m dizzy and I’m sure I’m gonna vomit Splinters in my hand Easily slips through my fingertips Picking at scabs Weeping pus from oozing eyelids The squeaking of the gurney’s wheels Echos between my eardrums Frigid ice upon my chest Then ‘clear!’ and […]

A Journal for Damned Lovers

Days without you in them are barely days at all. Almost doomed to repeat and stagnant for I want every kiss in the morning with you and every cuddle good night. I want to be your countertop lunchtime hug and mid afternoon on my knees snack. I want you to see a ping from me, […]

The Mush From The Hill

I visited her every weekend for nearly six years. Her once-dark hair now silvered with age, but you could see she had been knock-out gorgeous in her youth. In my eyes, she was still quite beautiful. She had no family, so she claimed, and I was the closest thing she had to a friend. When […]

Poet Of The Light

She thinks she’s ugly She thinks she’s unworthy She thinks she’s a freak She doesn’t see herself the way I see her Look through my eyes, you’ll see She’s beautiful and lovely Her eyes speak volumes and her smile is sincere She’s special and unique Her worth is beyond any treasure in the ocean She’s […]

Crow On The Wire

This morning I saw a crow on the wire and when I called out to him, he seemed to look right into my soul. I wonder what he saw there? Perhaps he saw love lost and found and lost again? Maybe some pitiful woman desperately hoping to be someone important to you? Because really, if […]

Walking With Scars

with your hand around my throat and my eyes fading grey edges burning in and taking over colors mute and for a split second all becomes clear you pour out all your wrath and vehemence on my broken body the cracks and fractures and crushed windpipe physical evidence of your emotional maelstrom spit and tobacco […]

Cracked Lens View

it never was easy to catch my breath through the thunderstorm of fists raining down some imperfection to be beat out of me the wrong look not quick enough with an answer a misplaced step or I closed the door to the bathroom again flinching and dodging never helped either yet I always did both […]