Brain Blow

The reality, of mental illness, of any kind; is that you are either lucky – to find the right help and find it fast. Or, you become grossly accustomed to the cruel desperation and helplessness that plague each inhale, and tear at your lungs with every tug of inadequacy you feel drips from your skin. … More Brain Blow

Compost

Lay me down, beneath the beckoning branches of the giants. Drive the marker into the earth, and pray, for my soul.

Pull…

We can undo the knot, that keeps it all in. You can walk away with it, still attached to the skin and I will unravel. Peel. Fray, and open up like a unbound flower. Allowed to breath from the first time. To breathe, and then to wilt, and fall limply to my knees, and you … More Pull…

Be Good To Me

In the dark somewhere, He fumbled. Unable to get his bearings. Too much drink, and too many women had dulled his charm. Predictable. He could hear them laugh with scornful bleating. Like hyenas, hysterical.

Don’t Fall

Look at me, in a way that makes me feel like you have ripped out my secrets and stored the bloody pieces in your pockets, proudly and with the intention of making them yours too. Touch me, in a way that makes me lean in, with out thinking. That makes me inhale you, like a … More Don’t Fall

By Virtue

“All of the truly important battles are waged within the self. ” ― Sheldon B. Kopp, If You Meet the Buddha on the Road, Kill Him: The Pilgrimage Of Psychotherapy Patients I have been blessed with a wild mind. A brittle constitution, and an appetite for truth. Impatience is my virtue, and possibly the only … More By Virtue

Unwelcome

My door is closed in the dark, and if you don’t make it back by the time the night meets the ground, I will not let you in. My curtains will be drawn, and so will your time have come to it’s end. I reminded you of the curfew, and I told you; the cold … More Unwelcome

Chasing Demons

It is more convoluted, than just a throbbing demand for blood. It is more labyrinthine than simply knowing that I will stand, bloody faced and victorious, heart pounding against my rib cage. A reminder that the trophy blood that drips from my hands, is not mine. It belongs to one of the demons that has … More Chasing Demons