New Year’s Disillusion

I'll stop.(she lied) It'll be as easy as riding a bike.(she never learnt) (she's drumming her fingers on the table. her teeth draw blood from her chapped lips)It’ll be easy.(she lied)(her mother takes a drag. inhaling sweet acrid vice. ash floats)I don’t need it.(but you're an addict) Image by Brigitte is happy … about coffee…

Soliloquy

I bite my tongue, just so I can lie through “Yes, I’m fine. How are you?”I revisit my own work.There is nothing new under the sun.I smile like I mean it.Leash my shadow to my side;hide it from any source of light.I’m not looking for the dark.It found me years ago;left its mark and vowed…

Hide and Seek*

I cut my lip.I didn't know I did. I only felt it because the whiskey burnt as it dripped in.It's fine.If I didn't like the fire I wouldn't be sipping a single malt. Besides, I'm used to having no control. With each sip I feel myself get warmer, and warmer. But not like a summer.More…

On how my mind spins

Thumb to thumb.Index finger to index finger. I place them on my skin. Framingmy belly button.I consider how the shape looks part-diamond, part-flower bud. I'm trying to tell myself that I'm worth somethingand although I'm 30, I'm still growing. These new scars, these surgery incision marks, are now just part of me. The stitches I…

Silk & Jewels

I re-read your poetry and I recalled howa hug from you meant somethingwhen I thought I meant nothing. I re-read your poetry and I recalled howyou were determined to stop me from falling when I felt the pull of suicide calling. You didn't judge. You understood. You didn't raise your voice. You never could. You…