Thursday, October 20, 2016


They can't know
They can't see
Lest they judge 
I can't explain the 
Scars on my wrist 
Any more than the 
Scars on my heart 
It's nothing more than
Morbid curiosity 
Over a broken doll
That used to be a girl

Monday, October 17, 2016


The char
The smell
Flesh burning 
Crumpled and twisted thing 
There is no recognizing
What I'm sure 
Was a heart

Monday, October 10, 2016

The Long

The breeze and the moon
And a halo of stars 
The open sky holds me close 
And your breath is on my neck
Miles transform into inches
When I close my eyes 
And imagine the night
As my love 

Friday, October 7, 2016


Don't you understand?
The broken flower is fed 
By tears, same as rain. 

Wednesday, October 5, 2016


Teasing at the tip of my tongue
Dancing at the edge of my brain 
A memory 
I don't know why
I left behind
Until its remembrance 
Threatens to crush me
Once more