Sister Devil

I watched you out of the corner of my eye Slipping poison down your throat Scratching lies into the walls of our parents’ house Until our Mother fell broken and my Father’s heart skipped one more time than he could take. I saw you smile at yourself and the destruction that lie before you And … More Sister Devil

My edges are too hardSo I make myself smallerI curl my legs into my chest and listen to my body tell me to stop being so fullstop breathing so loudstop feeling so muchlet all of the nerves separate and burn awayuntil everything is under a pile of ash. You touch me silently with nothing on your … More

Plagues

My brother is an addict. When I was in high school, he lived with us in our mid-sized, split level home tucked away in a cozy cul-de-sac. I remember my mom begging him to stop, I remember police officers knocking on our door, I remember finding needles in his room while looking for good CD’s … More Plagues

Letters to Wes

My love, Life is about balance. You may have to read this multiple times to connect the dots. You will have a language inside of you all your own that someday, someone will try to decode. Maybe it will work, and that may be up to you to allow it. Take your challenges day by … More Letters to Wes

Before You.

I remember who I was before you, but I don’t remember why. I tiptoed around sanity like it was my job to stay blissfully crazy. I picked flowers with no understanding of why they need to stay rooted to grow. I stayed off the ground because it was safer in my mind to never touch … More Before You.