Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Alone/Connected/Absolving/Regretting/Dismissive Walk the room in a waltz-like mode With heels and a tote, your lip gloss in a smear The garden, then, was at the back of the house Where we spend our days in some calculated abandonment All while baking cakes Reading journals of dystopian vision While I cut Read more
You are under the mistaken delusion that you are still capable of beguiling me. Oh no, that ended years ago when first you thought to abandon me. Hypnotize perhaps. Beguile never. Photo Credit: NuCastiel Flickr via Compfight cc
this abuse didn’t come in black and blue. his fists never ricocheted off her veins as they spiderwebbed into plum colored welts, blood never bloomed crimson peonies from the corners of her mouth or rooted between the cracks in her teeth. but I saw him feast behind her wooden ribs Read more
I could meet you tomorrow? That’s what I told him. Wow! Is that clock right? [A nervous laugh]. Can I come in? Get. Up. I miss you, always. I need to quit soon… I can fix that. I think I’m starving for something. I could look at your face all Read more
Deep in the fen, they came prepared to cut away at the rope, undo the knots of the cloth covering your face to lead you out of the spatha cage you made, the door was already open. When they came near, you raged— sliced your skin, tributaries of blood, staining Read more
I wonder about fistulas and how a pocket of flesh is made from violence / how a coin purse of feces and urine and discharge holds the effluence of rape / who holds the run-off of soldier’s semen’s war-crimes / who holds girls’ hands’ tremors when the fingernails are gone Read more
My no means less than your yes. My no to you perhaps means yes. My no is up for discussion. My no can be persuaded or explained away Or followed down the street. It can be molded until it sounds like yes to your ears But still no to Read more
Pull your hair tightly into a high pony tail Make it tighter still. There is something to be said for immaculate strands and their fraying roots. Memorize the story of King Solomon and the baby so that the sensation of being severed in half becomes as familiar as breathing. Read more