Helium
No ecstasy or opium, my veins do not have dope in them To find what has me so high strung: my lungs, you’d have to open them You kiss my lips, you stroke my neck and I can only hope... Continue reading →
Creative Writing
The First Draft
You were always a little rough around the edges but frankly, I liked you better as a rough draft I may not know much now, and this might sound strange coming from a girl who is a part of your... Continue reading →
Love Letters
He placed his thoughts between my lips It didn’t take long to translate his kiss His words weighed heavily on my tongue like a parable unspoken or hymn unsung His saliva an ink, his tongue a page, his mouth became... Continue reading →
Black Sand
sift, sift right through my hand
no matter how hard i tried,
couldn't hold on to black sand
to walk on a private beach
as beautiful as yours
and feel your love between my toes
violet waves and pink sun rays...
i could live in your scenery for days. Continue reading →
Organ Donor
Death becomes her,she who bleduntil her skin grew paleand the floor turned redSee, she so loved a manthat she sliced her chestto give him what restedbeneath her left breast A trembling fingerdipped in crimson inkwrote three lonely wordsin the kitchen... Continue reading →