Like Milk Only Not Milk

It isn’t as if I’m not already fully aware of the fact It flatters you to see that I hate you enough To weave that hostility into my poetry You get a cheap kind of thrill Watching my heart spill Into those words It’s like milk Only It’s not milk Severed arteries pour Onto the […]

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Therapy Session

I have something to confess Without coercion or duress And this isn’t easy for me in the least but— My therapist says that honesty is the best policy And apparently transparency is necessary For unabridged progression toward emotional prosperity And everyone knows  It’s wise to assign monetary value To psychological complexity And since no one […]

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what happened to the words?

(This is a one take recording. I only had a three minute span of free time to recite,  so please forgive any mispronunciations or uncalled for pauses… Xo)   Remember when you used to be a poet? My God, those were the days You, when you still craved the words And when the words were […]

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these words

these words these are the words stillborn but lingering on a broken bough they hum themselves to sleep brutal little lullabies such self sufficient infants swaddled in vulnerability in the abandoned nursery of my memories   these words these are the words confined like muddy tides in the dark canyons of my eyes churning to […]

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a novelty of the hunt

the wolves are circling my wounded doe heart there’s exit strategies laced in the veins of the withering autumn leaves that I’m too weak to decipher, somehow a hostage to the pack tragic captive fauna with unapologetic crossbow scars who rebelled against the false bottom of my forests floor a miserable shelter now a fate […]

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