What is that thing you wear, that winds all the way around your wrist, the edges chafing into my skin where it presses against my heart unseen but for a tiny pattern etched in between the lines that I cannot erase…. no matter how much I pretend I do not try.
Category: poetry
Betrayal #Napowrimo
On my 18th birthday I was out with friends Doing what raucous teenagers do, we loitered And ate rubbish and finally went home, laughing At something stupid. My father had returned Home early so he could be with me on my day. I saw the hurt in his eyes but he never said a…
Anguish #NaPoWriMo
. That clock is not working, as always, A paper pasted on its face The same faces litter the library The same voices call out in place. I too go about my business as usual Hammering at the keyboard Downing coffee and conversation And forget that you are dead. Except now and then…
Inconvenience regretted.
I regret the inconvenience caused, if any, but you know How I feel about things being forced down my throat. To go to places I do not wish to or bow in front of idols I cannot respect. When I was young I announced I was an atheist, I would not Enter another temple or…
The belly of the beast
It was dark inside the belly of the beast until the light came in skittering off walls that once kept me warm scattering blood that fed my soul. Through the cracks the light came in upon hands that rose and flailed clawing its way out of darkness only to fall…into the void again. How heavy…
The body.
The body lies on a steel table All around it people stand Scrubbing, cleaning, harvesting As in fruits from an orchard. Enbalmed and disarmed I see you as you saunter off Your hands in your pockets Whistling a familiar chord I know the smell of death, I think That stench of rot And formaldehyde That…
The corpse.
The corpse you planted so carefully last year is bearing fruit. Reaching out to the sky in tendrils of smoke gagging the air like a putrid brute. Roots running deep snaking under walls that once stood firm and unshaken While everyone pretends it is not there, the beast has finally been woken. Seeping poison into…
To the young law intern
There. I have to say it, there’s no one quite like you The spring in your step infects, that bright smile Shows fortitude. You wear your dreams high On your sleeves, your eyes are bright, You silently watch, devouring your future With your sighs. “Be patient,” you tell yourself, “One day I will be standing…
Some Questions
What frightens you, when you lie awake at night unable to sleep watching the shadows as they creep closer to your bed? What keeps you awake when worried thoughts curl and weave their way through your mind ruffling feathers and flying blind? What stops you from falling back to peaceful sleep when the…
Unashamed.
I was ashamed. When they plucked at my hair and told me To sit on their lap I knew Something was not right. I was shamed. Was I too pretty, Was I too bright? I always thought “average”. Was the word That fit me right. But I was ashamed And I ran away. I did…
Time passing by…
Time rushes by, drags us in its flow as the days carry us surely to the shore. Laughter I had thought I’d never remember serves as driftwood to help me stay afloat. Maybe I think I think of you less but something in me still knows you have become an indelible part of me now, more than ever before. Tiny feet I…
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