Category Archives: Poetry
Crisis
This brittle thing we had — like lace gone to ash from a slow burn. Pretty thing, but look at it twice and it’s dust. I don’t understand why you had to turn it all upside down — was it … Continue reading
Hey Now
We dream it’s over all the time, when the world comes in and builds a wall between us — they win, they win, they always win, don’t you understand? They won; they won — they keep on winning. They are … Continue reading
I Have Given
Burning feeling, low in my belly. I’m fat, but it’s empty. I didn’t finish breakfast this morning, because I’m a selfish horrible bitch. I got to have a little bit, infested fruit, crawling with filth, and a bite of something … Continue reading
black dog
Clawing and wishing I could hold on wishing there were some other way to make sense of the things around me that didn’t involve putting them in my mouth. Feeling like a less-than-toddler at being able to cope, feeling like … Continue reading
You Don’t Know
You don’t know you can’t know underneath the bleeding flesh we’re not the same thing on the inside maybe blood maybe bone but underneath the bleeding flesh we’re not the same thing on the inside I don’t have a light … Continue reading