Time Slips Away – Hour 3, Prompt 3

I have so much I’m s’posed to do within a day, within an hour, within a week, a minute too. I just need to do so much each day, like get through work and clean things up a bit, as any adult does. Yet for…

I am

Daughter, Sister, Woman I am all of these things with out choice, designations from life   Teacher, Mentor, Leader I am all of these things because of need, others views of me   Poet, Artist, Creator I am all of these things by drive, instincts…

Prompt 1-I am

9 pm, darkness encroaches. Sleep is an idea formless and forthcoming… I am ready. Just one more thing…   12 am, evening beckons. It is time for sleep, the cloud is ever-present. I am tired. Just need to finish up…   3 am, twilight shrouds…

Nest

Crumbling bones of salt cannot hold the demons at bay any longer Their liquid limbs lap at my skull and my ribs My head crumbles open and they burrow into my brain, Piping their bodies into my consciousness.   My body is being rebuilt, bone…

Death to Self (Hour 6)

DEATH TO SELF I see, hear and feel the truth, but it does not set me free. Rather, it pricks my heart with a finely cut dagger. I miss the you’s through out my life, all those I’ve had to say goodbye to. Why? Why…

The Art of Self Definition

So now you look at me like you never knew How could you not? I speak the way I’ve always spoken  Dress and walk and posture the same  I saw the same affections as ever There has been no reason to question me, never  You…

Apples

A school trip becomes an escape to get lost in my favorite place Crispy leaves crunching under foot Birds fly over head that like to avoid the city The chill in the air is perfect for the apple picking season The scent of the cider…

Letter Written From the Edge of Delirium

Dear 1986 Self, I was once told I had a bright future, But I never bought the shades or learned to read the map, so losing my way has been the least of my worries. Though your effort noble, the dissipation of faith in (of…

Death and I Have Been Scandalously Intimate For Some Time Now

Slightest flirtation was sordid beginning Pubescent tears welled into self-infliction In order to appease the voice of my affliction Then Death courted me into bed Disguised as solace, relief Like all lovers past, He is a lying bastard Telling secrets, revealing bits I prefer to…

7

She reads a lot. In buses and in trains, in bed and on the couch, while eating and even walking, at all the times of day and night. Another – writes, restlessly, especially at night. Both prose and poetry, in all their forms. Prefers the…

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