Poems

The Breaking PointAt the breaking point, it’s all laid bare,The weight of fear,the thinning air.Every scream, every cry, fuels the fire,As I climb from the depths,higher and higher. The chains of doubt claw at my frame,Each link a shadow,each one a name.But fire lives where the dark holds tight,A spark of will,a burning light. The […]

Ten Sixths Ten Shillings Six Pence(In a place where dusk reigns supreme,) In a place where dusk reigns supreme,You can’t buy back what’s already sold—Ten Sixths, Ten Shillings Six Pence,The price of a soul consumed by gold. I wasn’t always part of this scheme,Walking clean through the garden gate,Now dirt’s caked under my fingernails,My tongue

Ten Sixths of MadnessOutroWindow shards reflect a brim and mercury’s thin smile,He took the costand said no word, she kept the road and style.

Tales of the Spider QueenOutroThreads snap back like lies caught cold;the hive spits rage and chews its schemes,She carries forward clock and redand grit enough to bend their dreams.

Tangled HeartsTangled hearts in a shattered world,Bound by chaos,where dreams unfurled.Through the night,your light prevails,A fragile bond where love entails. Even as the shadows rise, to twist, to bind,to tear,Your love ignites the dying stars, a glow so bright, so rare.In your arms,the chaos fades, though fleeting is the grace,Through the dark,your heartbeat calls, the

Teeth in the Teapot She dies in the least dramatic way possible for someone who lived like every secret was a live grenade only fun if she pulled the pin and walked away smiling,middle of a ladies’ brunch at the church hall, laughing too hard at a story that wasn’t hers to tell, breath hitching

Soft ChainsOutroShe leaves with appetite obeying law she wrote in boneand word,The path takes note and hardens underfoot, and every thorn defers.

Spider’s WebDorothy’s path, a spiral of lies,In the Spider’s web,where hope slowly dies.Twisted by power,bound by demand,She spun her fate with trembling hands. The Emerald fields grew black with ash,their light consumed by flame,The Munchkin songs dissolved to screams;no innocence remained.The golden road was splintered glassthat cut her weary feet,A mirror to her broken dreams,a

Cinderella’s SecretOutroMirrors keep her shape without the mask’s permission or disguise,She walks,and all that shadow learned the pace that she decides.

Sleeping CurseOutroStairs remember; stones take notes; the garden loses aim,She walks,and every measured step makes night repeat her claim.