When  recognition turns to roiling rage, and its flaming eyes pin you to the wall; there’s no escape. The truth has not set you free.  

I am sitting still and you walked by, eyes glazed over head held high   My eyes caught yours but yours, never mine as you strolled on by marking your own time   How would it feel? to get a chance to see the world through the eyes of another being?   Would I see ...

I have seen the skulls Laughing as tears Ran like beads of wax.   Backed up against a cracked mirror, Images of the aurous haired child Stares at me holding a withered Bouquet of violets and dandelions.   Take them small outstretched hands say, The taste of rotting memories Nails its way between us, Our tongues ...

The door to the restaurant opened and I willed him to walk through, but only watched as a couple with their toddler hustled in from the rain. The patter on the rooftop mingled with the low dim of voices as I sat, waiting. I sat next to the window and watched people dart around puddles, ...

His black face blurs, melting against the dark, plate-glass window.   He told himself he wouldn’t stagger, Fuck, stand up on weak knees.   His hot molten steel, soft skin.   Obscured memories watch him like an eagle-eyed intruder, the age of murder cuts against his reflection.   He turns one way – a ghost releases ...

What wouldn’t I give to start over go back and do it all differently If I could know then what I know now so I could do it all right If I could change it and make better choices so we never wound up in this mess If I could it wouldn’t make a difference ...

Emptiness fills my heart It’s happening again Loving you, being so far apart Where do I fit in? Alone again, I cry Pictures of you So hard, I try What am I to do? There’s nothing left to fight Time has passed us by What’s wrong or right? Living in this lie Moments to never ...

To the teacher who didn’t care, All I wanted was a chance. A chance to do what I loved. It wasn’t just a hobby to me; it’s what I loved most in the world. By not giving me a chance, you took that away from me. It’s been over 10 years since I quit my ...

There are millions of me and we all want to feast at the same rotting flesh that the bacteria in the plasma has opened up for us. I’m hungry and I know I will not live for long if I can’t eat the flesh. Desperate. I try and heave myself farther as I crawl over ...