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Talking to Myself

By the end of Sisyphus Part 4 I didn’t know who I was anymore

Ageless and nameless I melt in the rain

You’re doubting me, timing me,

Daring me to get up again

And is it any wonder when I do?

Do these failings still come as a surprise to you?

In a minute I’m busy.

Some thoughts they surround me

I’m barreling through the rain:

Waiting to be caught.

Wilting under and then growing into the pain

I’m finding you;

I’ll be home soon.

Look for me sighing,

Somewhere under the moon

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Apparition

I think of things that scare me

Sometimes in the dark of night

A scratching at the window

Is all it takes to switch on the light.

I creep around, keeping watch,

Making sure every bolt is safely locked.

I know it’s a silly notion,

Living on the third floor,

But

Sometimes still I imagine a shape,

Silhouetted beyond the balcony door.

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Deep Breath

In the quiet

In-between zones

No one watches

No one judges

No one holds expectations

For a moment I don’t exist

And I’m grateful for the dark


Posting schedule? What posting schedule?

Oh my gosh I’ve been so inconsistent this summer. I blame the awful heat. Since school has started back up I should be back on track posting-wise though!

Poems · writing

In The Night

Her body is a milky haze

Moving slow motion through the waves,

Brambles crowd her mouth

Tongue caged by teeth that now prickle and bite.

Frustrations stick to lungs in clumps,

Coming back up, vile green,

Every breath a shaky occurrence.

Cannot unwind the cobweb fog her head has become

Eternal listener, augmented whispers,

Wake in the night, cry out,

She cannot hear.

Cotton replacing ears

Lips sewn shut in a mortuary style

Eyes of glass gaze back.

I think I’ll go to sleep for awhile.