Tag Archives: poem
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
Motherland II
Look out the windows at the shining days, the caught-ups, the ones who blithely move through life with an assurance of peace, and a blindness to the voracity of despair. Remember yet again that to resist, to strive against the … Continue reading