Hollow clavicle seared with hot poker
Let the sun shine and hear her sing
Pain that aches like an unmet heart
Part the clouds and paint her sky blue
Void like the arms of an empty hug
Fill them with flesh and please let it care
Hunger like the itch of an attention junkie
Feed her with love may it nourish anew
Tag: ptsd
Preyed
Whispers penetrate flesh walls, secrets resound like a melody within the temple of mind. A church choir of boys sing Latin, a tongue they never understood,… Read more “Preyed”
In Case You Still Don’t Understand Consent-Jessica Boyles
This was no one-night stand I’ve had drunken sex that I regretted Or not Too many times for mom to read about here This was not… Read more “In Case You Still Don’t Understand Consent-Jessica Boyles”
How I Drown- Jessica Boyles
The first wave was a sneaker A rogue Smacked my back and sent me flailing Without warning Without a chance to gasp The second wave took… Read more “How I Drown- Jessica Boyles”
Dangerous- Jessica Boyles
Never knowing Steal some shoes What is coming Drive Drunk When it’s coming An explosion Spew my venom Of hate and anger Spit on a cop… Read more “Dangerous- Jessica Boyles”
Exquisitely Numb-Jessica Boyles
Withdraw Pull away Go missing Find control In emptiness Lay quietly Stare at the wall Rest in the absence A disappearance A melting away Stillness welcomes… Read more “Exquisitely Numb-Jessica Boyles”
The Girl who Freezes/Jessica Boyles
She makes me see Flashing images She makes me feel Pressure, burning and pain She makes me hear Their voices She makes me smell Body odor… Read more “The Girl who Freezes/Jessica Boyles”
Child Welfare- Christine Ray
I am in a child welfare class In graduate school Class starts at 4 pm The room is crowded and dim My classmates and I are drowsy… Read more “Child Welfare- Christine Ray”
Trigger Finger- Christine Ray
soft hand in velvet glove holding still smoking gun that triggered me did not mean harm and yet . . . the hole in my gut… Read more “Trigger Finger- Christine Ray”
Broken- Wendi Clouse
Before I was, My grandfather, creased and brown, was in an accident. A big rig full of pipe ran over a stock trailer. Even after 40… Read more “Broken- Wendi Clouse”
Whisper and the Roar 