Birds chirped inside of my brain.

Spring was rapidly approaching,

But the incessant noise was slowly driving me into madness.

My decent into hysteria was ushered by the thought

Of these winged creatures pecking away at my memories,

Until I was left only with a stranger’s re...

Coarse granules in open wounds.

Pleading for a life that will never resume.

An aching that courses through my veins.

An excruciating pain that waxes and wanes.

Trying to pull in air, but the sobbing is heaving.

How do you keep the dead from leaving?

Death makes you doubt wha...

March 24, 2017

I was six-years-old when I sat in that overwhelming cathedral.

It felt as though I was pinned against the gold-encrusted ceiling,

Staring down upon myself.

A horrifying image of bloody, impaled palms and feet

Made me tremble in fear.

Kaleidoscopic saints, whose faces grew b...

August 12, 2016

He reached for my mother’s hand -

His pulse slow as molasses,

His skin pale as bed sheets.

He was my mother

When my uterus peeled away

Like layers of a crimson onion.

Mother floated on bitter breezes,

Dressed in ash

When I became a woman.

His eyes clouded by age

Saw her in the d...

November 2, 2015

 

 

My worn out Converse tapped to the beat of  “No Sleep til Brooklyn” as 180 milligrams of methadone calmly washed over me, relaxing the muscles in my face, adorning it with an artificial look of momentary peace. A loud car horn startled me, forcing me to jerk my back...

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