Tuesday, May 01, 2018

When I lay down only with what is inside of me there is nothing to cover up with.

Saturday, April 21, 2018

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

I need someone to pour honey on my pain.
I need someone to make me feel safe.
I need someone to be still with on a rainy day.

Friday, June 09, 2017

You keep me living in the dark part of the neighborhood.

No sweet smells drifting through the air.

No melodies.

Nothing that matters.

No one who cares.

Tuesday, May 02, 2017

Drop the reins.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

A Morsel at the Time

He fed me sweet morsels, like vanilla cake that melted in my mouth and nourished my  cravings and always left me longing for more.
 I followed his trail of sweetness and let it lure me in.
Each sweet indulgence from him was a precise and planned intent; a conditioning, a priming for his ultimate destination.
In the end I was left without a morsel of dignity.

Friday, April 21, 2017

Standing on the Edge

I was standing on a cliff with my toes hanging over the edge.
He walked up beside me.
We stood there in comfort and ease.

I stopped looking down  and looked up
at the horizon. I saw beautiful colors, birds happily flying
and felt a warm glow from the sun.

He placed his hand on the small of my back and
said " no one will  ever love you like you want to be loved."
Then he pushed me off the cliff with no regret.

He was truthful and merciful.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

A Faint Whisper

When you left it was like a whisper that I faintly heard.
I caught the smallest of a glimpse of you
just as you flew away.
I never tried to seek you out to some how pull you in.

I started sleeping on your side of the bed. Somehow it seemed the right thing
to do. I filled up the space where you once belonged. I filled it with my being
that is like a whisper that I faintly hear.

Sunday, March 12, 2017

I went to the pharmacy yesterday. While I was standing in the drop off line I noticed a man in another line at the other end of the counter. My first thought was...hmm he is just my type. A good age ( younger than me) , baseball cap, moustache, stocky build and a bit of a tummy which I am sure was not from beer but from biscuits and gravy which is totally accceptable. I looked at him much longer than I should have so I tried averting my attention by looking at the Dr Scholl's arch supports and corn pads. When I looked back at him he was staring at me...just thee way I was staring at him...perhaps his mama told him all fat girls can make biscuits and gravy. It wasn't until I was walking away that I noticed he was standing in the "pick up" line. An opportunity missed.