Poems

Bound to Breathe In the mirror’s gaze, a truth unfolds,worn like armor, these wraps of old.Tighter, tighter, the fabric winds,hiding the wars waged within my mind.The breath I catch, sharp and brief,underneath, a stolen sense of peace,a flat horizon on my chest,in this reflection, I’m my best. Shadows whisper, harsh and cruel,but I fight back […]

Birthday Party for the Dead Girl in the Wall They hung her name on a pink balloon,said she turned eight again this afternoon.The candles hissed when the cake was lit,and the wallpaper peeledwhere her shadow sits. We sang off-key as the lightbulbs popped,and the clown from the east wing finally stopped.The dolls in the cupboard

Between Heaven and Here Underneath the burning gaze of the midday sun,it whispers secrets, old tales spun.In the hum of light,a language known to none,I walk the line between the lost and the won. Clouds scroll like scripture across the sky,I decode their shapes as they drift on by.Every breeze a message, every shadow a

Between the Pages I am the secret keeper,tucked in her dirtiest reads,where her breath catches,where her hungry heart feeds.Pressed in the foldswhere fantasies run wild,witness to the momentsshe comes undone and smiled. She pulls me close, then sets me aside,lost in the rush where her wants collide.I’m the silent observerat the peak of her pleasure,the

Ballad of the Broken Mirror She keeps a mirror under her bed,wrapped in a sheet where the silver bled.Too many faces, none of them hers,too many voices that land like slurs. She stares at the cracks, counts them like days,each one a reason her smile decays.The left side laughs, the right side cries,and somewhere inside,

Ballad of the Empty Chair There’s an empty chair in the corner still,it creaks like it’s waiting, quiet and ill.No one’s sat there since the thunder night,when she screamed in colorsthat swallowed the light. They took her shoes but not her name,left behind the air and blame.The dust still settles like it knowsshe’s gone–but not

Ants on the Ceiling Last night the ceiling crawled with ants,a shifting black parade,and screams locked in the fridgehummed through the light it made.My hands shake like leaves ripped loosebefore a storm,eyes twitching out signalsin shapes they can’t reform. Sweat-soaked sheets,drowning in a sea that won’t go still,each night smears into day,up trades places with

Backseat Ghosts Another ride, another cage,the leather reeks of dread.He pulled over onceand now it’s permanent in my head.The rearview is a warning,every glance holds a threat,riding through the wreckageof a thing I can’t forget. Friends laugh and talk,blind to the hurricane inside.I smile and nodbut I’m buried in a ride I can’t abide.Every turn,

Alone in the Crowd In the crush of bodies, I find no peace,every brush against me burns,begging for release.Elbows land like warnings I can’t deflect,each drop of sweat another snareI didn’t expect. I shrink smaller with each passing face,pressed in tight where my heartcan’t find its place.The noise hammers like a fist of dread,every pulse

Anchor in Your Arms Under the flicker of fading lights at night,I search for proof in your sighs,in every moan taking flight.If I can pull you close,make your world spin in my sway,maybe then you’ll really see meand decide to stay. It’s not just want that brings me to your door after dark,it’s the need