Threaded Lips

She speaks and swallows back the words
as soon as they leave her tongue,
a delayed censoring. Continue reading “Threaded Lips” →

A Book Falls

A book falls, I fall.

The proper thing to do is to pick it up, dust it off and hold it close to your heart.
Not me, not this time.

Although I haven’t climbed these stairs in years
they always sound the same
under my feet.
Creak and splinter
in the same spots. Continue reading “Runaway Swan Song” →

Is it possible to split this heart in two and give away the pieces?

They are sharp, jagged.
Not equal,
not perfect halves.
Continue reading “Possible” →

Relax
here’s a small pond

The water feels like needles pricking every inch of me
but never strong enough to rip me open

I never kept track of our kisses.
I can’t remember which one
was the last.

The pain is not a secret.
Although I throw scarred leather
over these bones,
the angles of my heart still rip through paper

I screamed
at the top of my lungs,
but in my head,
no one heard.