Verging Desperation
I would rather bury a sphere into my heart, as I gaze over the velvety red liquid let the blood crimsoned silk stain itself the symbol of my verging desperation.
Transfiguration
The fluid nature of women, how they are limited to being perceived only through a superficial lens. In reality, women can be powerful, magical and even horrifyingly beautiful.
WHAT IT MEANS TO BE “GREAT”
But greatness dwells not solely in grand acclaim, nor beautifully polished trophies, being proudly displayed.
Tire Swing
Sometimes, when I’m tired of now, I go back to eleven years old. It’s summer, and I’m swinging on a tire swing.
Heartstrings
My guitar’s metal strings, your sonorous touch; both a pain laced with pleasure that I have only grown to crave.
The Knock on the Door
It’s hard to answer the door, having to deal with company in a house built for one.
Religious Guilt
To live in the shame of our existence and taking a breath is something to apologize for.