Monthly Archives: September 2016
I Sip Whiskey, Now
I sip whiskey, now I still find it acrid, Kerosene down my throat I’ve found I like the burning. You’d recognize me, But it would take a minute or two. As days roll by, A constant state of metamorphosis … Continue reading
Triage
The doctor looks over my x-Ray Saying “This looks good, Except for the shin bone jabbing through Your flesh.” He can mend it, easily. But that fragmented bone Pushed so hard to be free, Perhaps I should let it … Continue reading
Like Leaves, I Fall (Though I do not Decay)
What is it, this time, Crawling up your spine, Using the backs of your Rib-cage as rungs? Every step, A sharper breath, Until it reaches your heart; Finally learning the color Of your blood. There are so many white … Continue reading
En Grave
Engrave Upon me The time of Our life Come to A final Battle Ground.
White Girl Poetry 