Wednesday, April 30, 2014


Each turn of the flower
He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me 
He loves me not
Turn the flower again, girl
The spin makes me dizzy
The scent drives me mad
Keep turning 
Keep plucking 
If only this flower would stop
Regrowing its petals
This long, unending love chase
Has no happily ever after 

Tuesday, April 29, 2014


I am difficult to love. 
Full of doubt, insecurity. 
Far too familiar with being used. 
A broken and battered thing. 
Never had time to let the cuts
Turn to scars. 
Exposed and raw. 
Frightened and alone. 
Black and blue. 
Lost and drowning. 
And Harbor is so far away. 

Saturday, April 26, 2014


The single word
Is a lightning bolt
It jolts me awake
It makes me want another
And another
The word is beautiful
Each time changing me
Into something new
A soul breathing for the first time
Over and over again

Friday, April 25, 2014

The First Lie



            “Are you okay?”

            It was a simple enough question. And yet instantly time stopped and my brain was flooded with a million thoughts.

            Four years together. Four years that boiled down to this single moment. His confession was surprising but not completely unsuspected. I wasn’t a fool. I just never thought he’d admit it.

            My mind raced to hang on to the good things. The dinners. The laughter. The late night phone calls. My four years were spent telling him any thing and everything.  The first person I’d ever wanted to share all of my truths. And standing on this precipice of knowledge that I’d shared more than I ever had before with someone crushed my soul. I wanted to run away. I wanted to reject his words. I wanted to pretend nothing had changed. And yet here was his truth. His truth staring me in the eyes. His truth breaking my heart into a million pieces. His truth demanding an answer I could not give.

            What benefit was there in telling my truths any more?

             I raised my eyes. 

            “I’m fine.”




Wednesday, April 23, 2014


I don't want to go. 
I'm begging. 
Throwing myself at your feet. 
Please don't make me. 
The collar burns my throat. 
You have your boys take my arms. 
Heels dragging. 
Sobbing pleas. 
Pulling me back to the cage. 
I don't want to go back. 
I fight and twist to escape. 
It's for nothing. 
The distant eyes hide feeling. 
The cloaked face reveals nothing. 
I can't go back. 
Please please not again. 
I land hard against the wall of my box. 
The boys leave me. 
And there is the return of The Nothing. 
CLINK goes the lock
That echoes into forever. 

Tuesday, April 22, 2014


Heel - the low, the servant 
Quick to please for rising up
Through the ranks is important. 

Hip - the crucial joint joining
Top and bottom. Dedicated to keeping things held together. 

Hand - the one willing to do
What is necessary. For good or nil. 
No questions asked. 

Heart - as close as close can be. 
Treasured. Loved. Protected. 

Head - the one who controls it all 
And does whatever she
Damn well pleases. 

Wednesday, April 16, 2014


It seems I exist. 
But in a self-contained world 
I can create whatever truth suits me. 
But do I truly exist 
Until someone else thinks about me? 
Do their thoughts bring me to life? 
Do their longings put breath in my lungs? 
Do their wishes create the spark 
That is my soul? 
And how do I exist without you? 

Tuesday, April 8, 2014


Beautiful girl
Windswept girl
Brush the hair from your eyes
And don't be afraid 
To let the world see
What I do. 
Stunning girl
Dancing girl 
I'll hold your hand
While you share your smile. 
It brightens your eyes 
And highlights your soul.
The beauty resides within.


The last glass of wine
Dead silent 
Save the crackle of fire
No point looking at the time
Darkness tells the story
Speaks the truth
I look at the mantle
People in stone homes
Shouldn't throw glass.  

Thursday, April 3, 2014


The Muse
It drives you


The flash of knowledge 
Back in the Garden 
Realizing you'd been naked all along. 


Straight faced
Straight laced 
Corset pinches at the waist. 
Make up on
Tears all gone 
Never let them know what's wrong.
High heel
Book deal
Hiding what you really feel. 
Long night
Chin up. It will be alright. 

Tuesday, April 1, 2014


Hideous creatures.
Ugly distorted bodies. 
Fanged teeth and yellowed claws.
Cast out.
They hunch over muddied earth
And glare hatefully at each other. 
They hiss and shriek when someone
Gets too close anymore. 
And I will feel right at home.