Sanguine

28 days and blood let run independent of any decision on my part but I run out of temper, out of hindrances to the words behind my tongue and these days, you know exactly how I feel multiplied by as honest as I should have been two weeks ago when you shared the news now... Continue Reading →

Adagio and the Late Bloomer

I'll remember your adagio kisses on my forehead. How for the first time in my life I actually wanted to give,how I wanted to give to you. O to apprehend this desire within myself--that it exists after all,all of my thirty-odd years.The desire to give of my body--without shame or anxiety, without fear or disgust,without... Continue Reading →

La Traumatisée (Get Well Soon)

Les hommes? Les hommes me blessent. Ils me blessent d'une douleur vive qui me pèsent le cœur d'un poids qui ne ressemble à aucun autre. comme je suis piquée juste à côté du fond du cœur par un couteau. Le sang coule Le liquide ne s'échappant pas de ma poitrine. Y'a de la pression qui... Continue Reading →

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