I may burn like fire, I may shatter like glass, I may have shackles attached to heavy bags. I may spend my life picking up the pieces of what makes me human. I may let you glance in, see me through the cracks. I may paint over the scars that were placed by my hand. … Continue reading Hearing My Beating Heart
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Learning a New Word
I'm better, at saying no to your eyes. Every time they enter my mind, all I hear is the no slip right by. It falls over my lips the way I love you once did. Full of the grace, of everything I have to give, when your face comes to the fore, no, is what stops … Continue reading Learning a New Word
Bleeding Heart
My heart doesn't bleed. It pounds, it beats It screams Electricity burns through it Life, Life it holds it in, pushes it. Demands it. Demands time energy oxygen. It doesn't cease it fights against constant floods and fires and quakes. It stutters, and stumbles, and when met with an immoveable object it becomes the unstoppable … Continue reading Bleeding Heart
Awake at 4am
The nightmares don't go away. They settle into the night alongside the sounds of gentle snoring and the shifting water off the darkened fishtank. Nighttime is loud, and ominous; not for the darkness, but for the stillness. The time that stretches between midnight and daybreak is infinite, unwavering, unchanging. I sit in it, sometimes trying … Continue reading Awake at 4am
Faith Taryn Davies 