Sunday, December 28, 2014


It hurts
Leaving you behind 
Opened the locked door to a
Vault of
Yesterday was easier
Out of pitch black came your
Unexpected and blinding light 

Friday, December 26, 2014


Left to my own devices 
Watching the fireworks with delight
Despite age
And distance
Miles and years are meaningless
When the sky is
Wide Open
And demands to be seen

Tuesday, December 23, 2014


Longer nights
Open the door to 
Glitter and fairies 
Imps and trolls
Now it seems I won't
Go home 


Everything that I am
Belongs to you 

Monday, December 22, 2014

The Halls





            When he walked into the room, it was as if a gust blew in heat from a brush fire along with him. The grand hall was immediately hot and charged with electricity. Every face turned toward the open door, and every pair of eyes glossed from his unintentional hypnosis. Mine included.

            He was calm. Debonair. Jet black hair perfectly swept back with just a few rogue strands against his forehead. Unruly curls that refused to be tamed. His wicked grin extended to his crystal eyes. He crossed the threshold, and all in attendance seemed to remember how to breathe.

            His eyes tiptoed across the room. While no one knew what this stranger was looking for, everyone internally pleaded to be his target. The warm candlelight in the room made his cream skin seem flush as he began his stalk throughout the room. His gaze danced from this face to that face and from this tuxedo to that dress. He knew his target and kept scanning the room.

            Until his eyes locked into mine.

            Although he had looked familiar, it took the electric jolt of his near white eyes to shock the memory back to life. How many lifetimes had it been? How many times had the fates conspired against us? It seemed unreal that my Osiris stood before me once again. My Mark Antony. My Romeo. My personal, beautiful, tragic love story.

            Instantly the crowd dissolved to smoke and it was just the two of us.

            “Shayera,” he whispered as he smiled and extended his graceful hand.

            “Carter,” I replied with hardly a breath.

            My heart was pounding and tears were racing down my cheeks. I knew where my home was. It was with him. Always and always.

            We left the cotillion hand in hand and ran until my shoes were broken and our legs gave way. It didn’t matter where we were going, as long as he never let go of my hand. I’d followed him to Hell to save him. I wasn’t about to let him go on Earth.







Sunday, December 21, 2014


The station is full 
People bustle and breathe
All I can do is 
Let the tears slip
From my eyes 
And stare at the board
Unsure where to go

Saturday, December 20, 2014


There is something deeper and darker
Surface feelings only provide
The picture frame 
It surrounds something 
That should be left untouched
And looks beautiful 
Hanging on a wall
Don't scratch below the layers
Of oil on canvas
It wasn't meant to be seen

Wednesday, December 17, 2014


The sand is hot
And scorching
Birds and buzzards
Circle overhead
Lips cracked and broken
Hard to focus in the 
Wide open jungle
I think I'll just strip 
And let myself burn 

Tuesday, December 16, 2014


Calm heart
Peaceful legs
Relaxed shoulders
Measure breathing 
Everything needs to be perfect
For when the Maesto arrives 
And begins the symphony 

Monday, December 15, 2014


A kiss blown into the wind
Wishes made with no falling stars
A love drawn and quartered
Yesterday only matters in history books 

Friday, December 12, 2014


I've watched you for a year
Maybe more
Golden curls not quite masculine
Strong jawline not quite feminine
My perfect androgynous thing 
If the body holds the soul
Surely the blood 
Cradles it
Caresses it
Whips it to passion
And tonight I plan 
On holding your neck against my teeth
And stealing the ecstasy from
Your veins
Until the floor rushes up to us
And you finally whisper my name

Thursday, December 11, 2014


When words become failures 
And actions become shipwrecks
Something the size of a speck
Is easily lost. 
Where did I put that soul?
The molten pitch
Blends everything together. 
I'm afraid it's lost.
But I'm more afraid
Because I don't really 
Want it back anymore. 

Wednesday, December 10, 2014


I'm abandoned
Left behind
And the lack of
Noise is 

Tuesday, December 9, 2014


There is a monster under my bed
It rears its head from time to time
But this monster is gorgeous
And thin
And confident
She gloats at me with sparkling eyes
This monster feeds another monster
In my chest 
An internal monster that
Makes me feel isolated
Makes me feel lesser
Makes me feel ugly
And reminds me just how unloved I am 

Monday, December 8, 2014


The cancerous soul
It needs 
It feeds 
It devours and grows
That blackened soul
That won't be contained
Won't be satiated 
Cannot be stopped
Until everything it touches turns 
To ash

Sunday, December 7, 2014


Take it
I don't want it
My heart is broken
Bruised beyond recognition
I know it's not perfect
And it seems that's all anyone wants


So very tired
Think I'll lay my head here 
For a bit
Pillows and axes 
Look the same 

Friday, December 5, 2014


I want to be the demon in you
That thing that drives you mad
Makes you want
And makes you wail when it goes away
The heart of every bad idea
The soul of every destructive plan
I want you to keep driving 
Towards me
And I promise to wreck your world
So beautifully
That angels will weep 

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Highway Woman

The darkened road stretches and narrows
There is no end 
Not for me
And I drag this weight with me
For my journey
A two ton satchel 
Of past
Holding me back
Begging me to lay down
And give in
I know turning around would be easy
I know it would take three steps to return
To where I was 
Even though I've been walking for decades

Wednesday, December 3, 2014


And begging
The Tear Stained Face
Haunts me
I can't show weakness
I can't give in
As I send her back to the hole
She'll embrace the darkness
And find herself
And only then 
Can I give myself to her 

Tuesday, December 2, 2014


I'll put out the lights
Sweep off the stage
You go on ahead
I'll catch up
The Help can't hang with the Stars

Monday, December 1, 2014

TwitterShort Challenge 5



            Gina had her back to her vanity and used the silver heirloom hand mirror to look over her shoulder. She quickly and deftly tucked each and every hair into an elegant, loose bun. “That bastard. That dirty, cheating, rat bastard,” she said aloud as she turned around on the quilted ottoman.

            She placed the hand mirror face down (as superstition dictates) on the slick, cold marble of the vanity and stared hard at her reflection. It’s true. She wasn’t the spring chicken she was when she met Tommy. But she hardly thought she’d lost her looks. Back then, he had worked at the docks, and she had worked at The Dirty Apron Diner. It was love at first sight. Their love was the reason power ballads existed.

            It wasn’t long after their wedding when the union went on strike. Tommy was down on his luck, and Gina begged him to run away. Tommy was far too proud. He took on odd jobs around town to make what money he could. With depression setting in from the strike, he started hanging out at the local gentlemen’s club called The Feather and Tassel. There he got involved with some stripper named Dezzaray. When Gina found out, she’d shed more tears than a leaky garden hose. Tommy swore he wouldn’t visit the club again.

            He lied.

            One month later, Tommy was right back where he said he wouldn’t be, and Gina was making her own plans. Between the booze and the women, Tommy had become about as useful as a broken teakettle. It was time for Gina to end his cheating ways once and for all. Just like a big Black Widow spider, she needed to time her strike perfectly.

            Tonight was that night.

            As she put the finishing touches on her mascara, she heard the downstairs door slam. “Hey Baby….. dinner ready yet?” Tommy slurred as his voice trailed off toward the kitchen.

            “Nearly done. I’ll be right down,” she called over her shoulder.

            Gina picked up the tube of blood red lipstick she planned on wearing for the night. She smacked her lips together and focused on something left on the dresser. She had forgotten to put away the rat poison. No matter. Tommy slept on the couch most nights anyway.

            Would there be something in the cole slaw that night? Or maybe a little extra surprise in the Pineapple Surprise? For once in her flaw-filled life, Gina was glad for her diner expertise. She smiled a wicked smile and blew a kiss at her reflection. “Let’s do this,” she encouraged herself.

            And down the stairs she vanished.