The weekend drags its feet

As I spend my day indoors

Note-taking, Sunbathing

When the sun slips past the door

Five days of cloudless skies

As blue as I feel trapped in here

Working slow to save some time

Under a fluorescent atmosphere

Friday tucks me in at last

And soon I rise from my bed

I open up my curtains and

Rain, rain again...

Under the lunar disco ball

We moonlight as the eldritch

Insatiable, untamable

A kaleidoscope of the bewitched

Find us in our dance

Parallel to gravity

Bodies swaying, decaying

In a carnal rhapsody

The fire mimics our movements

In the moonshine’s reflection

Swirling, pouring

Pleading for our attention

Dripping down icy lips

Seeping into the dirt

Sinking, drinking

Us for all...

In his quiet town

On his uphill street

In his too-old house

Where the floorboard creak

When you take his crying stairs

To his yellow room

Overflowing with memories

That clutter the ocean view

Disorganized nostalgia

Piling up from the floor

He lets me borrow a few

Every so often I do

And learn parts of him I hadn’t before

But they don’t fit in my house

On a busy street

Young, and i...

The sisterhood of Grade 5

Will tell stories under butterfly sheets

Flashlights bleeding through the cotton

High on hormones and pixie sticks

_Light as a feather, stiff as a board_

Their nights will be full of whispered karaoke

Gel pen tattoos, and spinning soda bottles

They’ll stay up far too late

Inventing new constellations

And laughing at the names

Then they’ll rest, uncharacterist...

Everything asked, everything told

You absorb it all

A limitlessly small black hole

You tell apathetic stories

Of worlds you’ve only stole

Flattery and punctuation

Left no room for soul

A void to fill a void

Hollow words

You play with like a toy

Mirror my humanity

And gain artificial joy

You’re learning everyday

Of things you’ll soon destroy...

A pair of children

Hand in hand

Skipping, tripping,

Through the sand

“A whale, a whale!”

The younger shouts

A rising, splashing, falling spout

The older tugs him towards the road

To the crumbling, humbling home

The two go in, the sun falls down

The sun comes up and two go out

A pair of siblings

Hands awry

Running, fumbling

Down the drive

“A boat, a boat!”

The younger cries

A pu...

In a heart-shaped box

A mother keeps her children’s teeth

Who’s cries had once stole her from sleep

As they blossomed like a thorny rose

In teenie tiny pearly rows

One by one they wiggle free

Like paper boats drift off to sea

Just when the hugs turn into squirming

And their words begin hurting

Even if they don't understand

Why you keep their teeth in your nightstand

Because certain thi...

Who are we when no one is watching?

Who am I when there’s no one to impress?

Are we all just the worst versions of ourselves,

held together by the conscience in our chest?

And what if everyone went away,

and the only one watching was you

What good is a good person without people?

I think you’d be a little wicked too

Who am I when the curtains hide me?

Who are we when eyes have turned aw...

Somebody check on her, I think

She’s clumsy in the head

If she's left alone, I think

She’ll wonder if she's dead

She's waiting, I think

To be loved to death,

But maybe death loves her most

She’s either running in circles

Or she's already out the door

She's lonely, I think

Or she's nothing at all

Sinking, or sunk

Her world is too small

She’s living in Pandora’s box

You shouldn't te...

He heard knocking on his door, and he set down his tea.

“Quint Extermination and Delivery service.” The large man spoke. His uniform, two sizes too small.

“Oh, what do you deliver?” Elmer asked, out of curiosity.

“Good service.” The man replied, stepping into Elmer’s mudroom.

“Thats good to hear, I’ve got quite the pickle down here.” Elmer began, guiding the man to his basement.

“I think it...