Don’t Lose it in The Fray
I held his story in my hands and his life too. I would look after it in the coming fray. I knew how to save a life. Continue reading Don’t Lose it in The Fray
I held his story in my hands and his life too. I would look after it in the coming fray. I knew how to save a life. Continue reading Don’t Lose it in The Fray
Take this night of woe, bury it deep below wrapped it in this cold, snowy sheet. This night we return bodies to the dust we all spawned from, back to the black lab where our creator dwells. Continue reading This night of witch light and woe
For the first time, life went off script, left me staring at the one who’d betrayed me–my crush. Continue reading Crushed for the first time
I dreamed of a man standing alone in a mountain pass facing an army. He went up in flames. Continue reading Up in Flames
I refused to go gentle into that goodnight. I would go cursing and carving my way through the enemy until I expelled my last breath. Continue reading You Are a Memory
I was free falling without a hope,
without a lifeline to rope me in,
riding a unicorn sliding down a slick slope
towards a melee and a fantasy trope
Continue reading free falling
I read the answer in his eyes,
skimmed the lies twisting his tongue. Continue reading Recreational Betrayal
We’re strong enough to face a tribe called pain. Society told me love always prevails. Continue reading Pain, My Love, and My Tribe
Our shock commingles.
We are separate and yet we are one.
Are we brave enough to fight fear’s tingle–
or has apprehension won? Continue reading Brave enough
Sweet serendipity,
Lady wise and sylvan,
remove our iniquity
so we’re people of the Plan. Continue reading Lady Wise
Midnight in the city
falling into ruins,
there lays a girl busy
weaving a spell to unpin
reality from its moorings. Continue reading Sheerin’ Away the City
Gray waves rolled onto a pale shore.
Not Tenerife sea for sure.
I’m heartsore
hurting evermore
from the confusion and more. Continue reading Not the Tenerife Sea
Who was I? Was I a member of the suit-and-tie wearing corporate class or a sword-swinging man in a metal cuirass? Continue reading Memory’s Shell Game
I’m out of my depth,
out of my league,
stepping on speaking hens
who prophesy doom. Continue reading Stepping on Speaking Hens
Images bloomed, scattershot
then in a barrage caught
and reflected on the knife
slicing the air, ending my unlife. Continue reading Aired Out
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