Tag: Loneliness

A Prayer for Resurrection

sitting at my graveside looking in covered in the dark shroud shredded I gave one too many pieces and committed that final sin that final piece which stole the breath right out of my lungs so ready for you to love me begging starving… Continue Reading “A Prayer for Resurrection”

Trapped With My Books

in the quiet evening hours she criesalone in the stillnesssitting beside her bedpillow coldsheets wrinkled and muteshe scrolls and remembersthe lies, the betrayaluncertainty she’s trapped and nowshe cries for what should have beenwhat was supposed to bedreams lost, faded, unrealisticheart pierced throughshe will never… Continue Reading “Trapped With My Books”

Change of Seasons

My heart is filled with autumn Breezes teasing my hair loose From beneath my wool hat A river dried up left a winding trail For which my feet to travel Crisp air invading my lungs Honking vees moving overhead Crunchy leaves beneath my boots… Continue Reading “Change of Seasons”

Alone Together

stars cover my eyesblinking, energy flowing within, withoutthe watchers, in their way, mark the passageof memory, I reachhands lifted. eyes followspreading my mind wide, far-flungthese words, reveal cracksfrom above, you see how far they godeep and filling the expanseideas! art! creation! love and hope!intermingled… Continue Reading “Alone Together”

Lies I Tell Myself (and Sometimes Others)

It’s okay that you don’t love me. I’m not hurting. It doesn’t bother me that you don’t read what I write. Sliding razor blades across my skin helps me feel (better). Stopping helps me feel (better). I’m happy. I’m getting used to us being… Continue Reading “Lies I Tell Myself (and Sometimes Others)”

Lost Years

A woman holds my hand. I’ve never seen her before but she’s showing me a photograph of a handsome young couple standing in front of a blue Cadillac and now she’s started crying. She keeps asking if I remember him, in the faded photograph,… Continue Reading “Lost Years”

The Higher Call

He dips his pen into the inkwell. Lifts it carefully, tapping it gently on the edge of the jar before moving back to his paper. His fingertips, forever stained with the heavy black ink, never hesitate. Not a moment passes where there aren’t thoughts… Continue Reading “The Higher Call”

Sometimes Life Does

Ray-ray always took extra care when preparing to meet Danny. She used to primp and preen, addressing each curl with precision and care. The dark dreads would stand straight out if she let them. But Danny was worth it. She would apply the hair… Continue Reading “Sometimes Life Does”

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