i should brand myself a failure self-flagellate for failing to meet expectations of those who wear white coats shiny stethoscopes draped casually around necks I should let their stern eyes their nonverbal— but surprisingly loud— condemnation of my parenting echo through my mind but right now I am just too fatigued just too damn tired … Continue reading Shoulds


i do not speak with forked tongue yet you damn me a demon paint my hands blood red cut me black diamond hard innocent misunderstanding? or sleight of hand designed to dazzle distract from tarnish spreading on your halo rust growing on your wings? truth in the crystal ball remains veiled cloudy i tire of … Continue reading Demonized