Sunday, September 24, 2017


Can you 
With who you’ve become
A soul 
That twists
Like boiling tar
A heart that 
Encourages hatred 
Lips that say
The ugliest words
A filthy aura
That contaminates 
All it touches
Can you 
With who you’ve become

Friday, September 22, 2017

Shadows Grow Long

Long days
Longer nights
The empty and hollow
Raging in her ears
All that’s left are
The tears that melt
Into the cracked concrete
Of a overprotected soul 

Thursday, September 7, 2017

In This Life or the Next

She was 
Quite done 
With this life
And ready to find
A forever home
Among the stars
She leapt
And the Moon 
Caught her

Wednesday, August 23, 2017


She giggles 
When she's sad
She cries 
When she's happy
She is radiant
In her depression
And blinding
In her joy
I didn't fear
The sun
So I held her hand
And never looked back 

Monday, August 21, 2017


Everything vanishes when I'm in the
Circle of your arms
Last lasers of daylight
Ignite the 
Pyres and
Set the sky ablaze
Echoing the fire in my heart

Friday, August 18, 2017

While the Jukebox Played

This was originally posted at Daily Picspiration on July 19, 2015

Title: While the Jukebox Played

I’d been working vice for years. This was going to be the case that scored me my shield.

Six months chasing down The Orchid. She’d evaded me this long, but a tip from a CI scored me the chance to arrange a meet. I was in the middle of the street when she’d pinged me. My phone lit up like a firecracker.

“Lose the sweatshirt and meet me at The Juke in 15.”

I looked around cautiously. She clearly had eyes on me. The crowded street made it impossible to tell who her minion was.

I dropped my eyes back to my phone to check the time. I knew seedy nightclub was only a ten minute walk. I tucked my phone back in my pocket and walked as if I didn’t have a care in the world. My heart was racing.

The adrenaline had the better of me, though, and I made the walk in eight minutes. I looked up and down the street. No cars. No pedestrians. Completely eerie.

I shed my sweatshirt and stuffed it into a nearby dumpster. I did a walk around the block to burn time and nervous energy. I was finally getting a meet with the Head Mistress of Gambling.

By the time I made it back to the entrance of The Juke, I met the 15 minute mark. I ran my hands over my hair to smooth it back from my face. I reached for the door latch with my thumb and pressed the release.

Smoke occupied the top third of the room and the prominent jukebox was blaring some kind of techno-new wave funk. The bar seemed filthy and empty.

“Hello, girl.”

The voice came from a dimly lit corner.

I mustered the courage to reply, “Hello. You must be The Orchid.”

“I am.”

I took three quick steps into the room.

I instantly realized my mistake.

The guns cocked from behind me.

This was going to be the case that scored me my shield.

I barely had time to register her beautiful face before the lackeys opened fire.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017


Unable to tell if I'm 
Burning or freezing
Midnight came and went
Indigo turns to pinks 
Sunlight comes
Stealing my dark protector 
I am unable to hide from my
Vision the ugliness of
Everything the light reveals