Exorcism Required
It was desireled me hereburied me alive Lust borrowedfrom lonelinesshis heart a tomb Flesh from fleshcan be extractedpsyche requires exorcism. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Read MoreTag: hurt
I Am Beast
These barriers – iced over sentiments barbed-wire wounds – How do we reconcile when questions resist answers? What remains to be solved? I retreat into misery Should never have allowed heart to even hope – Belle, you torture me so. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Read MoreIcy Destruction
Midnight, the water running between us, frigid the air – despondent the heart whose selfish outburst destroyed the bridge to your love. (Twitter poems @Vjknutson)
Read MoreSeasonally
One rose dripping red, like blood from thorns – a warning? a promise? even roses die – love, too? (Written for Dark Side of the Moon’s Reverse Cinquain.) (Image: A Rose to Ignite Passion is available on our shop at Society6.)
Read MoreUnwanted Visit
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 you the better person, as if your presence will make me forget, forgive and I fumble for the right words, attempt graciousness, even as I’m struggling to feed the hurt, […]
Read MoreChanging Direction
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? Those whose lives were cut too short – the addicts, the tortured, the diseased – none of us free – ensconced in blame. If you walk with me, I’ll help […]
Read MoreHeartquake
mind regresses in the aftershock – tremors of misspent devotion reverberate suffocating debris teenage hearts caught in the quake – a marital schism – plucked unripe sweetness battered I, colourless abandoned, like a runner-up in a beauty pageant forgotten, flailed failed as a mother withdrawn, rattled psyche exploding survival a slow crawl challenges weighty aligned […]
Read MoreToo Far Gone
Been taking inventory, gathering essentials, craving nourishment, coming up lacking – cartoon version of a former self. Spirituality, once fiery now looms over me, a stilted attempt to uplift – redefinition of self – grossly overstated. I have been locked up, misread, am unkempt, a dishevelled mess – childish demonstrations proclaiming innocence. All the while […]
Read MoreScorned Woman’s Rage
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 meet his less than satisfactory thrust, I will make sure that his compassion meets mine, that he has the balls to prioritize, and does not soften at crucial junctures. I […]
Read MoreIs Daddy Dead?
Tucks her granddaughter in, gazes into wide blue eyes, flashes back to another girl – now grown – apple cheeks, and an unruly thicket of hair. Nostalgia is shattered as the child smiles back, lips betraying a trace of another – once father – whose absence clouds the old woman’s heart. She holds the child […]
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