Break Her Spirit

An age-old tiredness resides inside her, like the weight of the world alone she must shoulder. The demons screech and claw and howl. They’ve wreaked their havoc: her mind befouled. For, now she pretends to be happy and calm, which is just a cover for the raging storm. Inside, she yells and begs for help….

The Saddest Poem I’ll Ever Write

“I search for a word, the word, one word.”   I looked back, I’m sorry, at all those old love poems To listen to how they made your heart strike. I imagined what it was like when I first gave you that poem-   Now I don’t feel right reading between the lines for a…