I can’t name you or call you by your name, at this time. You are streaked against the glass, your guts are spilling out.
Be brave and talk to yourself. You deserve to hear the truth as much as I do. Wait. No.
Let me tell you.
You’ve soiled yourself again like an elderly flower. I came to change you, but you won’t have me anywhere
outside of your bed.
Well my bed is too nervous to have you, so I take my voice back instead of shaming you. Wait. No. Let me hand it to you. She is braver than you.
Have you heard what they call her? Does she even have a name? It doesn’t matter. She is stronger than water and moves like a rock.
I bricked her, I blocked her,
but her head is tilted right to the life-sized bottle of wine at her side. At this time, I can’t call you, or name you, or love you, or hate you.
I answer only to the thin
glass dividing us,
that let’s nothing in.
Midnight visits with feeble jaws,
while my teeth grind on white
my head has awaken, my body
A house is clouded with
my ghosts. Beautiful,
Numbing my legs with
a chainsaw gaze, I am barely breathing
Her pale hands reach out
my frozen plan. I am barren, dry of
The daylight brings demons enough, but
escape the night.
It comes as expected. Never without
cold sweats. Always.
soaked with paralysis, drenched
with the past.
A filthy witch lived inside me when
I spent too much time
She eliminated the healthy bugs
that sewed my insides nicely,
that watered my battle
and push forward flowers.
I wanted to learn how to fish
with a stick. I wanted
to pick protein out
of fish scales, but
the witch said
she had an allergy. She took my stick
and hid it.
I miss my bugs. The healthy ones.
They helped me stay clean.
I cannot breathe
on my own.
I grew with the witch for years,
while she sang
death march hymns. I learned the
and ate them, instead of the fish.
When it came time for gutting and
cleaning, I painted
my own limbs with scales
fished with knife sticks for protein.
I spent too much time growing
with this rapacious
witch. Her sharp teeth chewed
my affections to analgesic cream
that spread throughout me, burying
the enchantress and her
The baby’s swing
swinging next to me
watching the empty
back and forth
the baby’s swing
as it swings next to me
the baby’s swing
squeaking and creaking
and looking at me
sit so emptily.