‘Tis the Season

I am not myself. I am a flawed mannequin of motions, emotionless. Or cocooned in numbness. A sticky web of … More

Black in White

White noise dampens my black silence. I cannot hear the voices in my head. But I feel the abandonment as … More

Dark Angel seeks her destiny Drowning her desires For all eternity Under the Sea

Winter is early. The fiery reds breathe icily as they swirl mid-air. The burnt oranges break against the brittle truth. … More

Landing, crashing, retreating, withdrawing, escaping, suffering, suffocating, losing … mental illness is exhausting.

No need for punctuation as a period is a finite limit to thoughts that are imminent in their endlessness Question … More

The reeds along the dunes sway. Golden and sexual in all their gleam and glory. Wind blows, sand stings and … More

All of us have demons that darken our days on occasion. Some of us have learned how to stab them … More

Why do I allow my doubt to douse me in decay? My self-worth builds for weeks and then crumbles in … More