TEARS

if you are a woman
and you say something
bothers you,
no one will take
you seriously
until those tears begin to fall.

they are currency—
and i am bankrupt.

DARKNESS

there is a gentle breeze
rustling the branches
of the trees
just a few feet
from where
i am sitting.

the sun is setting
over the river,
begging me
to join in the
darkness to come.

my feet burn to follow.

CHAINS

i scream away my pain,
crying for the lost little girl
hiding inside of me.

knees drawn up, head tucked down,
small fingers pulling at little curls.
ribbons choking.

begging. screaming.
wrapped in chains.
held within the darkness.

searching for the spark
that can set her free—
finding only a void.

FRAGMENTS

every fragment of me.
every shard of broken glass.

the pools of
misleading words.

small cuts. bruises
of empty color.

here. is. me.

MERCY

i need
somewhere to waste away,
a rainy day.

i need
to wash away my pain,
this rainy day

i am
blurred, distorted, surreal,
my grief.

i turn
without a backward glance,
mercy passes by.

i try
to disguise the truth inside,
all my pain.

TIME

you have time enough
to love yourself
after you have
given up
on loving them.
but you can’t
keep the world out.

—it’s always there—

like a dirty needle
in your vein.

TURN

turn.
just once. turn.
smile at me.
so that i may
know that i
was loved
at least once
in this lifetime.
just once. as the
fiery gates close
behind me, god,
let me see that
not all was lost.

WANTING

you are here today
without a word either way
and gone tomorrow.
i cry out, here alone,
tears fall.

everything is lost —

except that nagging feeling
of wanting something
that isn’t real.

PIECES

words cause pain.
blinding rage.
words that tear
out your heart.
pieces that come
back to you with
grass stains
and broken stitches.
pieces that are never
put back together.

he smiles and
does not understand.