PoisonIt runs through her body Like a serpent Slithering From one limb to the other, Squeezing her lungs, Burning her heart. She drowns in the salty tears Beating against the walls, Her eyes. She cannot cry. A protective barrier, A dam to hold against the stampeding flood, Bolsters the way, Forcing the deep waters to splash back inside, Choking her, Setting her heart on fire. And so the poison remains, Crushing her lungs, Searing her heart, Until she thinks she can bring it up To the surface, Grasp the pain And put itPoison
HealthyHealthy. What does this word mean? You're okay, honey. Now we can focus more On your sick sister. Why does it mean that? A healthy child gets pushed aside, She'll be fine, they say, they assume. The sick baby needs more attention, More affection, Than the healthy one. Well, This word means: You're all better. Now go away, I have other sicker clients To attend to. A heart, Burned, Scarred, And healed Is cast back into the world Where the healthy And strong, Go ignored And walk alone.Healthy
DaydreamSweet gentle figure, Why do you hide only in my mind? I need you to hold me, To love me. The image of a woman, Beautiful, Nurturing, Caring. The need for you sucks me dry, The insatiable hunger for affection Robs me of contentment, Of comfort. I need your compassion. I am starving for it. Hold me. I yearn for your sympathy, Your strength. Reveal yourself, Come out of my mind, Be real, Caress my head, And sing me to sleep…Daydream
OriginsI am from no-snow winters Filled with fog and rain and wet, From sunny spring days, where sky smiles And poppies speckle the fields. I am from warm summer nights, Where the wind whispers softly, From golden dry hills and dusty air.Origins
I am from rhythmic jazz And soul and R&B. I am from rock and metal And angsty lyrics. I am from Mozart and Bach And complex compositions.
I am from a sister with cystic fibrosis, From affection’s sudden halt, Like love’s flowing water turned off With no warning. I am from the back burner. &n
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What if I'm the kindest demon? Something you may not believe in.
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What if I'm the kindest demon? Something you may not believe in.
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What if I'm the kindest demon? Something you may not believe in.
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What if I'm the kindest demon? Something you may not believe in.
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