Bereft

A Ballad of suicide letters “When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune.”  ― Albert Camus, The First Man  I had twenty in my pocket, ten in my veins, and one in my heart. Happiness was another taste. I was an absurdist at heart. I knew nothing made sense. Nothing amounted …

Rape

  the death of innocence

Virginal

The first time I was touched I didn’t know what it meant I knew I knew It was something wrong A storm through a broken Wind chime An old rhyme The second time I was touched I knew the word “molestation” I knew I knew The most dangerous words in the dictionary Were “uncle”, “cousin” …

Buttons

You rest your fingertip on the first button. Rest it on its lips tearing it open with a violence with a force not yet known to you the second one wilts in fear but your fingers scream unrelenting the countdown begins by the time you reach the last life has taken another meaning a car …

To the denizens of this mountain

To the denizens of this mountain, I will not ask why you fell it isn’t fair it isn’t fair to ask the flowers why they abandon hope in the absence of the sun I will not ask why you found comfort in the dark in the whispers of the voices in your head I will …

murmur

the murmur of peace steps across the sky untouched unfazed   by the gunfire and gunfire? that is just another way to die without trying the murmur of war silent in words   and impossible to escape you carry drones on your lids so every time lift them another life slides the murmur of life …

between the boiling coffee that waits for no man      to the genie of false courtesies and lies i held on for one second   no not the second in which i stepped backwards from my mother’s room to my mother’s wishes or the second it takes to crawl out of the bed and lie   …

prozac

  I smile a little love into your eyes as I crawl into foetal position you don’t know      you think it makes me feel safe   no darling it’s the only thing keeping me whole

dinosaurs

there’s a thought i’ve lost for ever or every thought I’ve lost forever has been living under a rock somewhere there’s a stream   a slippery stream of dreams i’ve let them go   i let them slip through my fingers but they linger somewhere in the universe everything that disappears here finds its place in a …

out the window

you look out the window- your skin erupts “this is not a fairytale”  -   so she wants to believe tell yourself you but you turn around               you’re suddenly Plath the mirror lies               my darling                    that’s not you no    not the girl with the BROAD hips   Not the girl the THE girl with the thin lips …

Hurting

You're hurting everyone around you   You're hurting everyone around   You're hurting everyone   You're hurting

my eternal

I step I walk I run             dreams are done The hourglass is                 dripping What is time      just a rhythm Just an inner fight in the universe Of the skin and love What is time Nothing but a beautiful Serial killer A dream sequence A fast forward without the option to stop So what is time …