Hangs there. Invisible to the eye who looks upon. Heavy upon the chest of those who breathe it. She tries not to inhale that quiet air that she cannot see. It stings the back of her tongue thickly swamping shallow into her lung. Drowning in the quiet air, gasping at the hidden tears bleeding down… Continue reading Quiet Air
Cut it off Pluck it out Rip and tear Muted word Count the cost of it’s life Its too precious, Oh, my precious Silver and gold and pearls Slobbered inside pigs’ jowls Dripping sticking Toss it Or hold it inside Treasured up Keep and watch and wait Don’t let the breath stay sitting still Too… Continue reading Dot. Dot. Dot.
Hollow night. Where the ear is dead, and electric eyes won’t sleep. The reverberations. Pound. Screech. Across the street. His evening power saw tearing up that pretty ranch home. But I can’t see what’s happening out there. Fingers buzz, and ache. Stiff under a flannel blanket. Protected from the harsh black breeze, and suffocated bearing… Continue reading Beg for the Light
Is it the same. Fire burning my insides. The same kind of pain that also burns you. Does it feel the same. Ripping tearing at the what-ifs. Sickening vomit stirring pleasure. I wonder if you feel it, inside up through deep throat and under. I thought I saw you, pull it back, behind that stare,… Continue reading The Same
Chatter and aching Building and breaking Too deep to find, detect or settle Shouting and hushing Constructing and crushing At nighttime, morning, and in the middle Rumbling under my calm smile Pulsing with a liar’s bile Unsatisfied and yearning Rebellious and returning Hands and heart, mind, body, soul Itching and self-abused Unable to resist the… Continue reading I Like Her