Tag: Poetry

I learned early that my face is a borrowed thing –  a mask stitched from the expectations of others, worn until it grew heavier  than the skull beneath it. I smile,  and the world mistakes the gestures  for belonging. Inside, the muscles shiver,  imitating a language       I never truly learned. I walk among people  the…

Imagine being caged: steel and shadow pressing into your skin, sharp, cold, unyielding –  a prison built to suffocate, not hold. Your face is gone. No eyes to see the dark, no nose to breathe the air, no mouth to scream. Just skin stretched taut over hollow bone –  silence where you once existed. Still…

Infrastructure Infrastructure stands in front of me; In my hand, a hammer. In my heart, a plea. Destroy the tower and keep what I have? Or watch it destroy me with nothing to add? Is the climb worth the ruin left behind? Is temporary pleasure worth an empire’s toss? Months of being wounded, wrapped in…

There are thresholds that swallow their own names. She walks them like Eurydice walking backward, trusting the dark knows where it’s going. Something ancient lives in the spaces between. Not a god – older than gods.The kind that was never born, only remembered. She tastes pomegranate and copper and the inside of oaths no one…

My Finch–I don’t flinch;    my heart flutters like a finch in the day.    The sun pricks my skin,I bleed in gold colors of yellowand paint my skies grey.“Where does it hurt?” they ask.         To conceal a self within, while I pray.Is hiding a sin?But if the world knows,then can I no…

The temple hung from the cliff like a cracked tooth,  Wind moved through its ribs.  Below, the valley flickered with small lights,  Each one a name he would not say.  She stood inside the circle of carved stone. Bare feet on marble.  No chains.  He almost touched her face.  Stopped.  If he had, his hands…