Voices outside. 3. Rough. Male. Cocaine. They take turns. “‘I fuckin kicked his head in’” My niece. Going outside. Shes got no idea. Too young. She wants to play. Little ball in her hand. I stand up. Heart beats quicker. But I’m not scared. Cant be. Been here too many times. Fuck it. Grab my … Continue reading Just Another Day
Category: Poetry
sacred honey
Your mouth is sacred honey. Let me drink you until I heal.
All the flowers blooming in spring
All the flowers blooming in spring, do not compare to the beauty of your smile. The sun, the stars, the light of every fire seem dim compared to you. Let me hold you, and warm my aching heart, for a while. My broken heart, my burning soul, my troubled mind - I share with you. … Continue reading All the flowers blooming in spring
