One rose dripping red, like blood from thorns – a warning? a promise? even roses die – love, too? (Written for Dark Side of the
The years have done their damage, resentments, like border guards, line up between us… and then you just show up, as if somehow that makes
This path I walk is not my own; it’s paved with genetic markers, familial dysfunction, and ancestral angst. Can you see them walking with me?
mind regresses in the aftershock – tremors of misspent devotion reverberate suffocating debris teenage hearts caught in the quake – a marital schism – plucked
Been taking inventory, gathering essentials, craving nourishment, coming up lacking – cartoon version of a former self. Spirituality, once fiery now looms over me, a
Before I jump into another man’s bed, (especially one who has already cheated), whisper my deepest yearnings to his lusting heart, arch my hips to