I'm bleeding. The rivers running down my arms ebb and flow, shift course, depending on the year. I've bled, since the first man slapped me across my face, and told me not to cry. I've bled, since the first words, you're a girl, crossed my child mind. I've bled, since the first person called me … Continue reading He Voted For Me
What do you say to the person who you thought was a friend, but is so cold to you now and you don't have a clue? What do you say to those who hate you, blame you, for something you did, or didn't do? What do you say? How do you express what it feels … Continue reading What do you say?
Is it a click, or a tap, the scratch of pen a distant memory, but the hand is still the same. Yet different, aged, changed, scars remind of youthful pain that has turned into an adult. But the page is still the same; the only one who listens to cries that flowed out of fingertips … Continue reading White Page
The paleness against the white reminds me of the empty room I'm in. I knew her once, the girl sitting here. Years ago, playing for the walls. She was unsure, stilted, awkward, and playing pretend, in memoriam. For who she had lost, what she had lost, So many lives lost in the scales and foolishly, … Continue reading Soft Piano Tune