“Are you stressed?” She folded her arms in concern.I shook my head, “I don’t think so.”We both looked down at my nails bitten and bloody and then back at each other,Silence.The creases of my mouth began to lift and I smiled for the first time in days.
Category: GRIEF
Dethaw
It’s true that the body keeps count,And in this moment I was reminded.I was taught that lesson of how deep it efforts to keep us safe from what we can’t bear.And I suppose in this moment,Alone in the middle of Thailand, While being massaged by a sweet stranger, It was time to face the void.Silent and stiff, … Continue reading Dethaw
Classy Woman
She likes the view from on top.Classy woman.Exhausted from pretending, she strips all that is moral as the front door closes.And while night grows longer she scowls towards the bottom of the hill.Babbling to no one while smearing her red lipstick all over her wine glass.She doesn’t notice and wouldn’t care if she did,This is … Continue reading Classy Woman
American Dream
Stay still,Quiet down,Stop crying,Quit fidgeting,Be happy,Grow up. A society obsessed with creatives, actors, musicians, writers, Yet we discourage ourselves, our family, our friends to participate. We even mock those creating for not having a “real” job, for not taking life seriously.Unless the art is making lots of money then we say, “Great job, create away!” Children, allowed … Continue reading American Dream
Depression, The Truth
Thoughts lag coming to an abrupt halt, heavy and hollow,Eyes paralyzed staring at something,Seeing nothing.Air releases entirely from the lungs,Taking a light head to remind me to breathe.Body numbing, Stomach falling,and cheeks flushed to the ghost that has just reappeared. Snap out of it,Stay positive.An idea, a mistaken belief,That this springs from nurturing negative thoughts,That … Continue reading Depression, The Truth
To the Hills
I ran to the hills to catch a breath, a few breaths, some new fucking lungs.I needed time,Everyone needs time sometimes, Despite what we’re raised to believe. I needed my memory and in these hillsthe last they were seen.The smell alone was enough, The cedar, the soil.And just as I suspected, they arrived. Many say you can’t live … Continue reading To the Hills
Anonymous
A perfect day,Almost. Perfect for me,When I’m reminded perfection is false, I’m reminded that I have feeling,that stretches further than myself. And just as my day marked a new beginning, I saw an unapologetic period stamped on yours. Because nothing feels as real as seeing your strange, lifeless body covered by a sheet,And nothing feels … Continue reading Anonymous
Table for One
When the lights dim and the noise fades,And your juggling that fine line of loving yourself and thinking you’re better than others. When all the other soldiers have gone home, And your about to pour that drink, turn on that show, take that hit, Remember,Sometimes the only person left to battle is yourself.
Not a Feminist
You say you don’t call yourself a feminist.A different kind of heartache, coming from our own, as if we don’t bear enough of that. Tongue a razor very skilled in slashing I try not to let it take me,I try to understand. You say the word is too strong, too heavy, too masculine, too something, you … Continue reading Not a Feminist
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