Saturday in July

Scream a silence crunchedbeneath cold finger tips shatteringthe crystal beauty beneath thepresence of possessioncrushing the fragile wingscellophane promises, silhouettepressed to the windowpanepinned to the fantasy, curlinglegs into bridged arches abovethe sateen waves, uneasyport-side dock invading the shore... It still tastes like lemongrass It happened again. I sat among the group where moments before I had... Continue Reading →

Choking and Can’t Stop

Oh, the words!! The words constantly floating in the back of my throat. Don't choke Screams and shouts and anger and goats Legit, goats, and men that stare at them   This has nothing to do with you. You are extra. Fodder.   It feels like I'm drowning. Bubbles for words Swim past my lips... Continue Reading →

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