Rounds

Where do you even begin anymore? A hope you’ve come to avoid. You hold between yours, a pendulum between pride and the void. Between you, there is static, not the embers that began as a glow but a palpable fizzing. It is this that once started as a small scrabbling for a foothold, but now […]

a snapshot,

Your words crawl across my neck, my wrists, my toes and they culminate into bonds that hold me still and silent. They are landmines of each failure: a list of reasons where all I hear is how I am not enough – enough to reach your expectations. So, I spend my time focusing on my breathing, […]

6.6.13

Courage, fit neatly between lung A and lung B, earned with pink and black lines. This brand: ribbons that encircle hips, thighs, ankles, toes. An ink that spares no skin. These fresh marks held with fury, hands pressing to skin to keep, like a wound – a rush that spills and encircles and envelops. This. […]

racing –

where will the space leave you? along the lines of your thoughts, they’re big enough to keep you from sleep they crawl and weasel their way into the creases between your love and you little notes, reminders stuck between sheets and to hold onto this – is just you, such a small body this space, this […]

fear

for the fear inside you is nothing a rising smoke that permeates and fits beneath the skin – it presses against each corner, each rib and rests and clings so take the pieces that you are, a puzzle formed and bit by bit dismantle until the poison begins to hiss through the cracks and evaporate […]

Relationships, etc

with this devotion the urgency of this feeling a force, a hold within my stomach a space, full of knots & lungs, stuck choking more than breathing could this whirlwind form more – something better? A bond,  a force rather than this sinking please, as now it stands this trajectory seems poor diagrams & patterns […]

reminiscent,

coalesce with time the girl of ten and eight twenty and two, on and on documented years from photographs and words filled with: shame bursting with creativity, laced with regret and a pulling of inadequacy never enough &an ever aching in her chest — layersuponlayers of brightness, an array of colours crippling sheets of fear- […]