Lost and Found

Dropping bread crumbs Under the canopy of this dark forest, Hoping someone will find me But only the snakes follow, Piercing me with poisonous thoughts And fangs that leave incurable scars. What if no one’s looking? What if no one cares? My desperation reaches new heights, The bread starts dripping with my blood And the…

Before Flight

Can you promise that if our love were proverbial feathers weighed on a gently tipping balance mine would not sink? You are a bird poised just before flight, claws crooked sunk skin deep in me but molting, eyes fixed on the brink and I— I want to swallow the clouds, bittersweet and dusky ashen, wrench…

this hole in me

part of me is missing maybe you know where it is? every morning i wake up knowing it’s another day feeling lost that it is another day another day another night i go to bed knowing that my morning my next day will bring more of the same & i want to scream sometimes i…