Silent Deaths

Your silence is killing me. These snippets and fractions of conversation have set me down on this ledge of infinite questions and I yearn for yours– for your unending queries into my mind, for your insatiable quest to burrow into my brain and unpack my secrets. You speak and hold back. You toy with me, […]


You would have known that I wasn’t done, that I wasn’t satisfied, that my craving wasn’t fulfilled. You would have stayed until I was, until my body trembled, grew rigid, screamed out in release. You would have made sure you gave me what I came for. Instead, I walk away, one more time, with desire […]

Trapped Like Bugs

I don’t want him in my head, but he’s stuck like bugs on a windshield, like bears in traps, like feet in quicksand. And because he’s stuck, so am I. I can’t breathe and I keep shaking my head unconsciously, trying to shake him out, rid myself of his fingers crawling around in my brain. […]


You know you’re becoming addicted when the drug always sits on the edge of your thoughts, when you feel its colors floating up your veins, twisting its tentacles around your brain, weaving webs of control between your synapses. This is what drugs do. They grab on and dig in, and you can never escape the […]

The Kiss

She’s there and crying, her mascara staining her cheeks, and you think she’s never been more beautiful. Her sadness paints her face in sunset colors, her green eyes sparkling with pain. Through her tears, she holds on, exclaiming her need for home, for a place full instead of fake, and you hold her, trace her […]


It’s always that damn green light flashing, blinking its way into my brain, making me remember what it’s like to be there and now here, reminding me what it’s like to miss someone, to wait for someone that will never come. It’s that fucking hope, the hazy shine pulsing in my dreams, calling, saying there’s […]


I think I’m over the absence infiltrating my days. It’s almost unbearable, the constant wondering when you aren’t wondering at all. It’s so fucking stupid. I want to throw things at the wall, at your head, and I’m getting pissed off. No. I am pissed off and I don’t really have a right or a […]

Crescendos and Falls

The blocks don’t fit together anymore. My child’s fingers clutch at wood and primary paint, yet I can’t seem to grasp their meaning, the significance in the letters. I’m torn, shreds of me lying on the floor, in between the blocks of my life, the crumbling bits of who I was and who I am […]