Sisterly Love

It’s just a moth, I offeredthat blue moon nightrattling windowschafing nerves We’d chosen exile –sister and I – refuge from family demons, not ours to claim Innocence borrowsresponsibility – I boreit like a badge;she shattered Could not discriminatedarkness from her owninner light – soughtto end the fury I’ll carry us both,I murmured, too youngto recognize […]

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Dig

Some memoriestoo darklie buriedbeneath this hide Secreted to forgotten chambersI obsess over ideologiescrave peace Only an archeological digcan set that dream in motion. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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Quantity and Quality

Raised in a battlefieldquantity doled outin abuse, qualitynot yet defined Now I write myselfout of the darknesseach chapteran uphill climb Page by pagereconciliationno shortage of wordsvalue between lines. (Image my own.)

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Wayward Daughter

(Warning: this poem discusses the effects of sexual assault, and may be disturbing to some readers.) Back and forth I travel, searchingfor her – retrace every bend, curve,detour – back to the water, the sand,the beach where I lost her…haunted by velvet brown eyes – bedroom eyes,they told her, men with greedy loins,calculating – I […]

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Just a Dummy

Words are not my ownwits hapless That rendezvous with the devil sealed it – Free will for loveI’d bargained Ache of lonelinesstoo much to bear – Now I’m just a puppetventriloquist’s dummy Ask a questionwatch him work my strings. (Image my own.)

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Hiding Shame

When did guilt obviatethe need for sustenance? This deipnophobia paralyzingheartless stares dredge up my truth: insatiable hungerneed to stuff down emotion the certainty that I deservedthe abuse – endless shame My fork traces the outlinesseparates food groups My mind makes mental notesof what I’ll gorge on later. (Deipnophobia is the fear of dining in public. […]

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Toxic

I drink the backwashof hollowed out promises Is it me, invites indifferenceexpectations so low, selfgowned in layered shame? How do I learn otherwisebreak this toxic patternif not in pursuit of love? (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)

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Confessions To A Dreamcatcher

Rebellion rages in my veins, Dreamcatcher, so tightly wound I have blocked hopeI want to be good – a good girl –like that man of God saysbut his preaching ways violateprophecies a cover for sinand I am so sullied that I fearlove will distain me. How did I get here, Dreamcatcherchildhood a lost notion – […]

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Basement

Concrete is cold, imposingdoes nothing for aesthetics At least we’re protected,I tell the littles, ignoring Snot dripping, slimeoozing from unsealedwindowsills, cobwebsand bits of shedding pink It’s the best I can do:four walls and a roof. Except the ceilingis bulging, mold and rotcertain to rain down on us While upstairs, the manignores the leaks, luxuriatesin his […]

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This Is How It Happens

Cherubic and reekinggrief’s pallor heavyhe comes to me Of course, he doesI am schooled in compassionseldom flinch at raw pain I attend to the woundslisten; reassurebut I am weary My own sorrow unattendedloss and betrayal an inner bleedknow I have only so much to give But he is not alone,there is anothera mere child… Cherubic […]

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