All in my head thinking I might find my love All in my head praying to the stars above Wondering what it really feels like to be held so tight within his arms Yet, I know that he’s searching for me, too All in my…

Trage It’s my term For a text dump A text fury. That asshole said that thing Again You know, THE thing In real life you would walk off People staring They might film Who knows! But damn. They send it in writing? Game on. I…

The hairs on my arms are standing, Chill bumps arise, Chills from my toes to my spine, I shiver… I shiver, From my teeth an uncontrollable chatter, You can hear, I can feel the vibrations, The brisk wind whistles softly by, Where has that wind…

The mouse I haven’t been able to induce to nibble from the poison blocks I deposited in the dark crevices of the back apartment skips out of earshot as I talk back at the phone text I send to the woman who insists on taking…

Eventide’s contrast to the world of day inevitable, A setting as stereotypical as Winter’s baneful winds. Woodlands masking the truest menace of death perpetual. Serenity of the unmasked wild, forestry hiding the eventual.   The current flock, born for the sole purpose of our slaughter….

Wish you could hear me I know you can see My large golden eyes, claws and paws The fur so soft and the long whiskers As I hear the pitter patter of steps getting closer I hope to merge with the black wall behind Hiding…

Ew…drips down my face, salty, getting in my eyes, but at least I try!

Prompt: If I could make one thing vanish forever, it would be < this is a prompt from the teal version of Burn after Writing   Poem 10: If everything could last despite the absence of Time – I wonder what kind of world we…

Wheel of Fortune Eagle soars the unclouded cerulean sky spotting field mice, rabbit, and the neighborhood cat sunning or scampering in the open field. I must hunt for my babies, as you must hunt for yours she cries. the cashew cheese you have adapted delights…

A breath to great trepidation, the watch point arrived. She took things in through the chest, smiling among the wreckage. My time in dwindling smoke arrived, beginning above ruffled eyes– Coffee and a signature made my way, through disjointed movements, a self-conscious glance at a…