Is it normal to keep going like a dead man walking? Through a desert filled with the scorching rays of an unforgiving sun, I have been running and running. Yet, the sight of sandy horizons seem to know no end. My lungs breathlessly scream out for water in between my irregular cadence. I am tiredContinue reading “Thirsty”
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Liar
I don’t like liars… but who does? After all, they are as cunning as they are dishonest. They are selfish and greedy. And never do what they have promised. Some liars are cowards. For they fool themselves into believing they are good. And he fooled you too. But just because he could, it didn’t meanContinue reading “Liar”
Daybreak
Balmoral Beach, January 6th, 5:22am. It is finally daybreak. In the quiet of daybreak, Between the night of yesterday And the dawn of the new year, I sit in silence among the grey space. I wait for the warm hues of the dawning sun To provide comfort to my frigid skin, But does not reachContinue reading “Daybreak”
After the Party
After the party, When all has gone quiet, Do you sit among the mess And breathe a sigh of relief? The festivities have calmed, And you turn off the light Letting the Christmas tree glow As you prepare for bed. It was a space filled with joy, And laughter, and food, and family, And asContinue reading “After the Party”
A Sick Woman’s Lament
I AM BEDRIDDEN AND UPSET AND LAMENTING I COULDN’T LAST THE FINAL 13 DAYS OF THIS YEAR WITHOUT FALLING ILL BECAUSE I WAS SO CLOSE TO THIS UTTERLY MEANINGLESS STREAK OF HEALTH SO I MUST SETTLE ON SAYING I HAVE BEEN THE PICTURE OF HEALTH FOR A MERE 352 DAYS AND NOT A YEAR.
Silliness in the Sun
I wonder what it is like For kids to laugh and play, And unreservedly scream and shout At the top of their little lungs, As they race each other to a finish line. To be so carefree and without worry— Remind me what that is like, To be childlike in an unfair world Of littleContinue reading “Silliness in the Sun”
Half Asleep
How much time has gone by since my body has been fully awake? No matter night or day, something has felt amiss. I wish I knew the reason for these droopy eyelids and for my consciousness, adrift in this strange state of half-conscious suspension. There would be something to blame if I knew. Still, IContinue reading “Half Asleep”
Rewired
What happens when life comes at you Like a baseball bat to the body, Dangerously rearranging your insides As if it were mismatched clockwork cogs? Your body is brought to its feet, Still upright and standing, Badly battered and bruised—The scars remind you that you are alive. Yet they don’t see the damage And whatContinue reading “Rewired”
The space between dreams and nightmares
I have a lot of nightmares. They come and go as they please, only serving to bring me suffering in my wake. But it’s not like killer clowns chase after me in nightmares of animated horrors. No, my dreams are never like Stephen King novels. Rather, they resemble the real world a little too closelyContinue reading “The space between dreams and nightmares”
Cold Fingers
I sat at my computer for the first time in a long time, wondering when I last had a moment just to myself. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing the comfort of rest once more. In the middle of winter, I foolishly chose a yellow tee over a flannelette and allowed distractions to takeContinue reading “Cold Fingers”
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