Marionette, be merry! I give the strings a yank Awake! Feel the strings control you Feel them guide you Feel them bind you But smile, marionette Be merry! Dance a little jig   Stand up, marionette! I’ll make you You’re nothing but a toy…

Slow, shallow breaths fill the air An pained cough forces out Silent tears fall down her face As others sob in loss She fought a hard battle But cancer has won again As her life has faded To its final end.

Suffocation living with minimal purpose days guided by routines spilled coffee, wrinkled clothes, misplaced keys purposeless, stagnant, a frozen existence numb with struggles that resist quietly within telling you to let go of what you have become all that you have allowed yourself to know…

Ω the melting ring ; the roof top leap ; the no longer struggling fly ; the cracked screen ; silence ; a battery that will not charge ; the flaming fireball ; the sunken stone ; death’s ship ; endless white ; the great…

Drip Drift Drop Drum Dreary morning, drawing moonlight.

My screen is stuck, after countless times of restarting an error message appears “cut the chords” So, I threw it out window and never looked back.  

Despite the rain that day, I forewent the umbrella. After everything, soaked clothes were the least of my concerns. Watching them lower him down was the most painful thing I ever had to endure But he’ll never know it. I lingered long after everyone else had…

You. It all begins and ends with you–and your loneliness. There is a loneliness that is incurable, as terminal as life itself. It’s the one that tracks all the barriers, feels them with the tips of the mind’s fingers, palpable as the stone, plaster and wood…

Blinding sunlight At 7am I shield my eyes, The lightness of my Hands and soul and eyelids Amazes me. An unexpected sunny day Breaks up my dreary gray My soul finally awakes And heals me with song. I look out at the bright blue sky Sigh….

She died, Clinging to memories and thoughts of a sisterhood that never had a chance to unfold, 15 years old, ambitions, hopes, dreams of a better time, halted by the end of time– Sisters who work in the garlic fields together, A team of children living in poverty,…