Desiccation cracks, dry Weary and deep, dark Fill with blood, rust Swollen windows, running It’s raining again, bloody A pile of razors, tears As pain fades, into Drying sad skin, jagged Small little roadmaps, fissures Self damaged, eroding NOTE: I have been known in the past to self harm. It wasn’t often and only when…
It happens now and then and please don’t pretend it doesn’t. You know; that irrational behavior that doesn’t sneak up on you but attacks you dead on? Someone pushed that BIG RED BUTTON and it is full throttle, all engines go. Next thing you know you are a powerhouse of artillery sent into overdrive on…
Twindaddy asked me to write yesterday with No Words as the email’s subject line. NO WORDS perfectly described how I felt over the last couple of weeks. I was stuck emotionally yesterday so I did not write. I did not write AT ALL and that never happens. Today we finished a poem that we…
I think we all, as women, have that moment we are treated like a slut and made to feel like meat or an object. It happens quite often and very rarely does it make us feel special or beautiful. Is that how men think it makes us feel? Do they mean to be demeaning? Just…
My new duet partner is a clever one. Our duet started with an email titled The Hastily Agreed Twiisted Collaboration. And the next day the poem below was written. I happen to love it and I hope all you wonderful readers do too! Written by Twiistd and HastyWords ♦ The words you speak I expected…
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