To My Daughters

i worried i would pass on crooked teeth and a slow metabolism. i never worried i'd pass on the difficulty of understanding feelings. i wished for them to be beautiful and smart. i forgot to wish for them to always feel the love around them. i hoped they'd be athletic like their father. not once … Continue reading To My Daughters

Happiness

I look past you, a beggar on the street, I divert my eyes, fill my ears with busy thoughts to ignore your pleas (as if I could escape you). Emptiness takes over like a shadow growing larger as the sun changes direction. --- I crave you more than I crave the quiet that comes with … Continue reading Happiness

fantasy is for fools

Reality, a bully, clutches your throat kneels into your chest. You struggle to escape yet with each bruised, shallow inhale lungs fill only with all the what-could-go-wrongs. Your thoughts corrupted with reality's warned whispers of how giant leaps always crash into dead ends. Your limbs become complacent with safety of the known. Fantasy fades as … Continue reading fantasy is for fools

Supplementary Angles

The atmosphere, choking on furor, drowning in melancholy, violently sighed, creating a temporary rift. ... Lost, two parallel lines, traveling on a flawless path tumbled through, cool distance dissipated, as they anchored themselves to each other.  ... Familiar strangers' appointed shortcomings forgotten, transformed into mandatory deficiencies necessary in constructing a greater whole. ... Confident in their metamorphosis, … Continue reading Supplementary Angles

Sweetness

Sweetness. A word he gifted to personify his view. Sweetness. Undertones stealing my entirety, my soul caged with his gift. Blind and deaf, he cared only to see the surface. Ignoring the numbness that whispered from my eyes and mouth. A trinket to admire, pet, put on display. Hunger behind his eyes, he could never … Continue reading Sweetness

Sidewalk Closed

Sidewalk closed. Yet no sidewalk exists. Don't panic. Build a sidewalk so the sign makes sense. Of course! I tear up the grass, pour the concrete. Perfect spot for a handprint and initials. Let it set. Place the sign back in its place. All so I can make sure to follow the rules. Why didn't … Continue reading Sidewalk Closed