“Another day in the trenches, wouldn’t you say?”

The large intestine and small intestine were known to each other simply as Largo and Smalls; only named in reverse like it was some incredibly ingenious way to confuse the stomach when she came to dump her refuse, despite only having a route to Largo’s orifice.

Largo grumbled an answer that Smalls couldn’t quite hear in the midst of Largo’s dige...

Why am I always the one less desired?

The bile in my throat tastes of shame and I wonder why I’ve never been enough.

If I were enough for someone, surely I wouldn’t have been chosen last.

I’m lacking.

My missing pieces leave gaping jagged holes whose endless darkness swallows anything that comes near.

An unknowing passerby stumbles by and I think to myself, “maybe, just maybe, I’ve found...

I used to think I needed you

I thought you made me strong

But sitting here alone for once

Has taught me I was wrong.

I won’t say it’s the first time

And probably not the last

But this sudden change of scenery

Has given me a chance.

It’s my time to make it,

to show you that I can.

The next time that you see me,

I’ll be a different woman....

Cleansing

Rain drops whisper

Pavement stains

Memories pour down

Accompanying the rain...

Stones do not give

To go against the ground

Roots rebel

Where silence dwells

Under stone and dirt

The dirt cries pain

Shifting aches

Earthen quakes

Her foundation shakes

But no sound

The stones mute

though the cries carry on.

Stones do not give.

Roots seek life continued

But mercy sought

Is not mercy given

An impasse imposed

A re-route

A choice

To go against the ground

Or to f...

It started with a promise that you’d always be there for me;

it ended with ‘have you heard from him’ - I never thought you’d leave;

It didn’t happen quickly;

a ripped band aid all at once,

It took some time to disappear

The excuse was ‘just because.’

I’d think of you for hours

All the things I had done wrong

All the should’ves, would’ves, could’ves

All the love I had forgone

Is it just t...

Broken pieces lying on a floor.

What used to be is not important.

It isn’t anymore....

Suffocating

Can’t breathe

Drowning in memories

Feelings rampage

One emerges

the guilt within

cannot be purged....

Why daddy why do you make me cry?

All I did was love you.

Why daddy why would you choose this life

for everyone around you?

Why daddy why I don’t understand

Why would you choose to drink?

Why daddy why,

the answer’s hidden in your eyes

It’s because you wouldn’t think.

Author’s Note: I actually wrote this when I was like 14 but wanted to immortalize it somewhere. Please be kind. 😅...

Oh, to be a kid again,

to run on the motto, ‘I think I can,’

to not becoming so cynical,

and always feeling minuscule;

to always feeling right,

to denying every fright,

to playing until night,

and always feeling bright.

To not letting our brightness dim

on cold uncertain days

when, not knowing what will happen,

we look the other way;

to not becoming aware

of each and every tear

that ...