i am no longer me; i lost her. i fought hard, for her. i tried to protect her. she’s gone now. lost in a self-inflicted tragedy, will she ever enjoy writing again?
i wish i could garden from my concrete walls. could i spread my petals from between window panels? does thorns pierce through manmade as easily as he pierced through my heart? if heartbreak could be cultivated and harvested, spritzed with pesticides and doused in the misery- mist of polluted lies and boys who swear they… Continue reading like fertilizer
I dream of a man shrouded by shadows; am I not a victim of desire, wanton for a man fashioned in nightmares? I am only mortal yet my choices tests my red blood sweetened by apples and poisoned by eyes led astray. I try to lead a life brightened by sun rays and happy, go-lucky… Continue reading I dream of a man–