Poems

Individual poems

Ashes In The Vase [Wraith]

Ashes In The Vase [Wraith]Every year it starts the week before, when the grocery aisles bloom with pink and white ambush,Card racks yawning wide, covered in pastel lies about perfect mothers who never swore, never drank, never pushed.You stand there with a basket full of normal life, staring at row after row of scripted forgiveness

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Wrecking Ball in Heels

Wrecking Ball in Heels She walked in wearing heels that cracked the floor like gunshots,every head turned at the sound before the sight arrived,and when the sight got there it hit like weather,a storm front wrapped in leather, barely surviving Her mouth was painted dark and when she smiledit wasn’t warmth—it was the grin before

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