BLACK SPOTS

Flimsy black spots Morph into lungs Breathing screams That sound like Laughter Gut busting Belly squeezing Ab eating Laughs that die On swollen tongues That run away With spoons Because Nursery rhymes Are for nightmares And black spots Belong on the moon

BUSY BRAINS

I wake up dangling Spinning as a spider Caught in the wind There is no up Down is everywhere To fall is to die To let go suicide So you spin And spin And spin Until the ground Finds your feet And you can finally Finally Finally Fall back to sleep

COTTON CANDY AIR

The sky is sagging Have you noticed? I caught some Like cotton candy A breathing mist And it felt weird Like sand Instead Of heavy air And like mercury Seeking blood It made a home Inside my lungs And I stopped Seeing with eyes And began to see As air sees Inside everything The truth…

MIRRORS

I’ve crawled through Mirrors Reflections Dirty and broken Bloody knees Razor thin lines Next to jagged little Shattered ice kind And I barely feel The pain of it Anymore

CURING GOODNESS

There are darker places That reach like sticky tar For just a spark of light Hungry for the warmth For the love it threw away Jealousy rages from shadows Contagious and sharp A black bloodletting to cure The goodness inside us

DEPRESSION AS ART

This piece is titled DEPRESSION. Most of you know I started a blog over a decade ago. I didn’t realize at the time I was suffering from depression. My ex husband’s middle name was Hasty so I called it Hastywords. It was a family name I wanted to honor since the family name ended with…

#BeReal- Greg Gerardy

I didn’t get a chance to ask Greg’s permission to add this to my website but he’s been busy running in The Great World Race. I’ve known him since elementary school just living in the periphery of social media all these years. I read his GoFundMe tonight and well… gosh. I’ll let you read it…

JADED LITTLE PILL

Sometimes the choosing Gets swallowed up whole Nothing left to spit out Not digestible either A big ball of finger nails Of furry rodent tails Of smug little snails And their slimy trails The choices are none Freewill a fantasy I’ll pick the jade pill please A CheerPeppers Post

JELLY FILLED MUCK

A gorgeous swan dive Into worried cracks Jagged and dirty Filled like a donut With disease With rot With muck Wade in it, lung deep Search and rescue Efforts double sized Hope shrinkwrapped Into bite sized buoys Not enough Never enough First come First serve Only one per Oh… You don’t qualify Sorry I’ve been…