burning photos if i thought burning your photographs could make you disappear how wrong i must have been i set your polaroids to light i set those paper-back frames to embers and i watched as they burned burned burned but those picture grew flaming they disintegrated into ash alive they drowned me in their smoke and sunk me in your memories the colors of the photos were screaming they were brighter than they had ever been marred under a kaleidoscope of reflection they spoke to me in stories those pictures burning so desperately sent torn shards your face spinning your […]
buried
buried i closed the lid on the coffin door the wood rough against my hand edges planting splinters my fingertips a reminder of the inside hemmed nails and spikes draining the life of something still gasping for air their ragged breathing silenced by the slam of something unwanted i planted the coffin deep inside beside the rumbling of my stomach and the thundering of my heart my running blood rocking it in place burning holes into my muscles shocking volts up my brain’s electric and it was more alive inside its confines but i pretended not to hear it banging […]
Ink is running out
Ink is running out Quickly, my child You must spill your words Let your story escape from The confines of your mind You must speak your truth Each syllable, each syncopate You must reach for the depths Of your souls, broke and hurt You cannot find in yourself any longer Quickly, my child You must flip these pages of your Jarring faerie-tale ending And rewrite the lines of error Regrets and past promises That could not be redone Must leave your soiled papyrus So write till your hands bleed Like the ink of your fountain nib Twisting sentences into a […]
Not My Own Person
Not My Own Person I am not in and of myself Farthest from original, I have stolen From those around me Details I kept close to my heart Were once unobserved nuances from this world around me For I am not my own person But I am the artist my mother handed paintbrushes to I am the mess of color of her bright shades of crayola markers I am the uneven out of line coloring books she gave me And I am the screaming car rides with my father I am his favorite 2000’s music of thumping bass […]