My heart is fractured by beating fists. Voices reach the inner workings of my body And push me to hide-- But darkness looks a lot like fear. I'm blindly moving through lost caverns Fighting for an answer-- But it isn't here.
I'm in love with a stranger. He is a painter. He paints in articulate words and vivid colors, And I find comfort in his unfamiliarity-- It captures my image of what bold should be-- Like the edges of his skin when I touch him-- But … Continue reading Abstract Artist
He converses with me in his converse sneakers And pulls me in with a silence that holds me up in his arms. The sharp edges of his body match his intensity And beat into me to bring my heart back to life again From its … Continue reading Converse Sneakers
I hate this present. I hate how I have failed to show you depth and beauty and strength. I gave you a torn reality that is fake and empty. I am sorry. I wish we could start over and find ourselves again. Maybe we still … Continue reading Stranger
There is a room in my mind that has no windows or doors. It has no color--walls stripped bare and blank and empty-- like a force of nature decided to strip a home of its humanity. Life has left the hallways and spaces of this … Continue reading Dead Space
Words are lost in translation and my mind is a blur of yes and no and run, but I wait for someone to step out of this blur and say something that sounds like a warm greeting-- a hello from quiet mornings and coffee-- but … Continue reading Heavy Listening
My eyes hold the dark Like an open tomb My mouth cries out For someone to look at me— I hear the boards creak. I feel the walls crack As dust fills my nose And the floors shake Like an earthquake. Light crawls through the … Continue reading You Found Me