Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Tag: Lessons
Cracked Obsidian (life & death of a volcano)
What started as wild molten nights of passion quickly cooled to black flows of cracked obsidian ERUPTIONS It began with sweet lyrics Staying up far too late Everything she wanted to hear Flowing forth from his saccharine lips (The same ones she loved to… Continue Reading “Cracked Obsidian (life & death of a volcano)”
Hatcheted – Collaboration
A fever has overtaken my addled mind. My flushed skin feels tight, stretched, too small. In the mirror I see a reflection of a woman, but it’s as if through another set of eyes. I am a stranger within my own flesh. It wasn’t… Continue Reading “Hatcheted – Collaboration”
Under the Sheets, In My Head
I pull the sheets up to my chin. There are monsters here, but they aren’t out there. No, they reside within. Snapping their powerful jaws and flexing their pointed claws. They dig inside my brain and find all the worst parts of me. “You… Continue Reading “Under the Sheets, In My Head”
Then and Now
your nails, like claws dragging scratching ripping through. my. brain. tearing out every hidden part of me you see all the deepest bits of me digging in, your fingers leave behind furrows and trails bloody bits and me, I stare wide-eyed drool dripping down… Continue Reading “Then and Now”
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”
Know Your Place
put your toes to the line know your place you aren’t worth a bar of silver your identity: you have none here, we paint your face clown-face, so sad, so happy chalk line on the pavement follow the red tape that direction you think… Continue Reading “Know Your Place”
Little Red
running along dark twisting paths she dare not glance behind her she knows it is fangs and drool and glowing eyes that haunt her she trips but regains her balance keeps running, keeps running her skin damp with fear unwashed hair covers her eyes… Continue Reading “Little Red”
