I’ve eaten, eaten, eaten;

but I am never full.

I am gluttony; I am selfish; I am sin.

starving, insatiable,

No matter what I eat,

I cannot seem to fill my heart....

A tuft, a puff, a slightness

a caress, a brush, a fineness,

a gentle sway in the wind,

a long forgotten softly hummed hymn.

A feather light touch

on sensitive skin.

The beginnings of a smile

as you’re staring at him.

A flicker of light

in the darkest of rooms

The stars in the night

or a sliver of moon.

Words whispered sweetly

from the one that you love.

A night of safekeeping

on the w...

There’s something about passing time

and nostalgia

and bittersweet memories barely remembered;

the snippets of time haphazardly stapled together as the wallpaper of my heart - some spots still bleeding, others long scabbed over.

There’s something about passing time

that tastes sweetly at first.

Fresh and new, like it was just yesterday when I heard you calling my name.

And then it begins to so...

Light and airy

Bright and free

No more drowning in memory

Swirling depths

Undisturbed

Finally drained

The heart unperturbed

Warmth and healing

Bathed in sun

A horizon met

While out on a run...

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

The small and large intestines 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 digesting of ...

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...