How very studious of you
How very productive
Pour another glass, tuck yourself in
You have nowhere to go
no one to see
Not in this world Continue reading “No One’s Coming to Save You”
In the middle of a headache
I imagine my nerves are the roots of a tree. Continue reading “Roots”
A gentle caress from familiar fingertips
a longing to be wrapped up,
completely surrendering
to a past intoxication. Continue reading “Old Friend”
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”
I bled in a glass jar
and she threw it against the bridge
just for the sake
of watching the sky
go up in smoke.
I had to move on for the sake of me
despite the aching blow.
Rip apart this identity to flee,
outcast for needing to go.
I wanted to leave, but my body wouldn’t let me.
The strength to stand wasn’t there, and I feared to die in this house of hallways.
Continue reading “In Plain Sight”
Fear what you cannot see,
you never know what lurks in the dark.
Cat M. Lalonde 