Landing, crashing, retreating, withdrawing, escaping, suffering, suffocating, losing … mental illness is exhausting.
Month: July 2019
The Writing Wounded
I write of darkness that inhales my light. I pen rays of hope that drown in tides of tears I … More
Undead
I write to let my emotions slowly escape A drop or two of blood of heartbreak A sigh of a … More
Sea Smoke
His smile, quicksilver on a midnight sigh. Illuminating needs I thought had resigned. My skin heated in sin and savagery, … More
In the Mood
*I guess one cannot be a tempest without being a bit temperamental. I have times of rich darkness, sultry naughtiness, … More
Sin
Sin smells like leather, honeysuckle blossoms, cologne that lingers on hungry skin for hours. Sin tastes like strawberry juice on … More
Marching On
Time is a soldier of fortune, marching With orders to spur on battle Forcing loved ones apart in spite Sending … More
Storm Warning
The mist of my lust smothers the depth of breath of any others The wine of my wetness intoxicates the … More
Predestined
I don’t know how to wait without withering. My petals close upon themselves in the mere motion of a minute, … More
In Defeat
Fake the smile that belittles the denial of silent rejections. Arrows flung without thought but with precise aim. Confidence pops … More