Spent my childhood with
the paper boats in the rain
and returned home
soaked to my bare bones,
chilled to my fragile core.
Some days I shouted
‘achoo’ into the empty halls
and sat by the window to
watch the rain wash
away my paper boats.
Last night I sobbed into
my pillow and tasted
salt and pain,
remembered the pretty rain
and forgotten paper boats.
Victoria, forgive yourself You spent years in the darkness windows closed, doors locked shut. Alone, you bled as each mistake seared your skin for eternity. We never learnt to say ‘No, Stop.’…
You gave me mouth-to-mouth poison: diffused slow and sweet through each bone nestled in joints a black heart of black cobwebs, every disease in this bloody world spread head to toe, my…
I have been weepy lately, like the willow hanging over the house not at tissue commercials or dramas necessarily but yes, those too I have been tearing up, something overcomes me a…
cat stands at the sliding door brown moths and gnats taunt him a round light above, casts a halo guards his body; stage lit opponents fly down in sputters darting left and…