One It feels cold in your grip. Cold…and smooth. The same as it was yesterday. The same way it will be tomorrow. Always cold. Always smooth. Always cold. Click. Two The sound registers after the pain. You’d think it would be before. The sound of the bones in my hand creaking, and then the pop … Continue reading A Lesson in Letting Go
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Beauty In The Disease
I burned image after image, thought after thought laying waste to my mind just to see if I was awake. It's a given, a tidal wave that burns until everything, even my memories no longer exist in this quake. I needed to feel the heat, so I poured what was left down my throat, and … Continue reading Beauty In The Disease
Facebook Short Poetry Series #12
I'm not bulletproof, it all gets to me, the laughter and tears, we exist in the moment where you pull the trigger while I stand in front of you. it's a simple touch, a flex of tendon and bone, and muscles quiver in anticipation, and in the second we are gods bringing down our own … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #12
Hurt Me Today
It broke crumbled pieces lay in shaking hands that for too long forgot what it meant to hold softly it cracked, slowly at first with tiny sounds echoing as gravity pulled it down to soon-to-be cement floors, hardening quietly it splintered, tracing intricate patterns across once smooth valleys, now dried into graying deserts littered with … Continue reading Hurt Me Today
Faith Taryn Davies 