It’s been a while. How are you doing? I have worked too hard to leave you behind. I know it’s hard to see me. I’m here one second and gone the next. Only here when the desperation rises. A scent I know so well. It smells like tears and regret. But I am always here.…

Why do I insist on doing this to myself? Forever inventing new methods for self torture. New objects to grieve even as I light tbem on fire. Crying over consequences of my own design. Accident or not, does not really matter. My heart never sees the difference. *** I must be addicted. Collecting tears from…

Up and over. Round and round. Lost to the tides of time. Always somewhere deep and under pressure. No longer the shape I originally was. A part lost here and corners removed. Little did I know what the end result would be. Something polished and glittering. Touched with the pastel hues of resilience. Weathered into…

Hope and dreams leak from me. Pooling at the lowest points of my being. A concoction brewed over a period of years. Slowly becoming a better medicine for me and others. A balm that can heal the deepest hurt as long as you take enough. This precious never seems to work on the cracks in…

I sit here affixed to the backseat. The driver never tells me where I am going. I never knew where I was to begin with anyway. Kidnapped straight into my body. It’s just a shame. Shame that I make such poor company for myself. The driver never seems to talk after all. I remain stuck…

You would not believe her beauty. Hair crowned with the dew drops of yestermorning like living pearls. Skin weighted by the shocking amount of humidity. Yet she is free. Death lays in the past unremembered. Heated pressure of the summer not meant for her. The way the wind runs through her dress grants her wings.…

Green green. Sickly green. Only in this color am I a queen. In these lonesome halls. *** Growing, twisting, unfettered growth. Cancerous weight forever held down. Carried from place to place wearing a mangled crown. In these dark halls. *** Oh, I would never dare to cut it off. It would mean the end of…

They say time flows both ways. What happens once can happen again. Effects before and after. Connecting back on itself. But you make me believe that time is not not a circle, Because this is totally different. *** I never expected your kind touch. The way that I do not have to guard myself. How…

Care has it’s own tempo. So gentle and deliberate in movement. A bond between two trusting partners. Not one can lead on their own. Every step taken in tandem. A quiet communication that hides no part of itself. *** Trust is necessary and slow to build. Hands so close to fragile and sensitive areas. To…