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”
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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”
Headaches and Sudden Awakenings
I woke up from a poor slumber To some hearty laughter, Terribly loud and obnoxious, And irritating to my soul. I can only feel a certain rage Through the dull headache And the rude awakening I felt on short sleep. No tossing nor turning Brought me back to a slumber, Instead, bringing more resentment ForContinue reading “Headaches and Sudden Awakenings”
Buck Full Moon
As I’m sat here in my flimsy foldable chair, Modestly under-dressed for a mildly chilly night, The moon clearly gleams and beams in the sky. Half of July has gone by, and yet, I am still thinking about last December; I witnessed the Geminids under a different full moon, And in a bout of personalContinue reading “Buck Full Moon”
May You Burn Under a Thousand Suns
Pretty face, innocent eyes, and gentle smile, Your cunning draws them in like a sly serpent, Slithering with the amusing spirit of a gypsy Wandering in the wilderness of the world, Possessing a disposition that is, oh so deceitful. Your captivating smile lures in your prey, Tempting men from their dutiful posts Like a harlotContinue reading “May You Burn Under a Thousand Suns”
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