Stand tall No matter What can stalk or break you Whispers at the window sill Still Your back turned towards the wall All for one and never have I been one for Teeth stuck in the paneled wood Dissociated from time And space between rational Thought you were losing your mind The migraine pain like…Read more Sunflower
poetry
Undone
Enduring the prick Pangs of bloody of accusation Point to life, death and ribbed cages Birthing hips For her pleasure I can't believe it's not better Than cook, clean, rinse, dry, curl, repeat Vile bile and the ironed John sheets Leaving the cleavage of hook, Line and sink her Go Fish Designer Vagina Blues Bedazzling…Read more Undone
Cut
Don't bother flattering me with your Fancy font Full of holy smoke And deliberation About who did or didn't need A penal implant Sacred substitution For what? The cosmic garden Fertilized with human shit? Good Lord, Tired of being your whore Bleeding love from Slit wrists and I's Owe. Ewe. Mi. Bloodshot Dry The silent…Read more Cut
Sojourn
It's not like You're gonna rise up singing Cradle cap and rocking Horse Back and forth Between hungry mother and child She never was Cooing in her Baby Face Offering oysters of Truth Walking off to the sentiment of freedom It's not like They can read your mind The carts coming up the aisle Knocking…Read more Sojourn
Unbecoming
Inside, go within Leaves It alone As survival scopes out differences forewarning Fraying edges can't suck up enough Potential from the bedrock Hoarding Feasts What choice do we have? Besides taking everything off And starting from scratches Clawing bite Marks Up skin Masks conveying the person they decided you'd be Behind commodities is no one…Read more Unbecoming
Who Came First
Fighting over the global garbage can Shell it out, fish, dish, take it Poke Yolk splattered on cosmic ground The Gods Spilled gut seeds in a violent explosion Big Bang Get More for your buck Don't bother fighting back, get more Than you ever bargained for F@&! me like you hate me Bending over backwords…Read more Who Came First
In Sin
There's a wave in the front of my hair that looks just like his. Countless mornings wasted, drowning the kink in water and alcohol, blasting my scalp with heat, beating my head with a brush, cursing the curves into straight, lifeless submission. Flesh of my flesh, blood, bones Despite defining differences, years were spent attempting…Read more In Sin
