woke up wrong side of the bed all pins and needles and porcupine quills thunder and lightening brewing under my skin as throbbing nerves at the base of my spine spread tendrils of electricity to my fingers and toes until I want to scream my hands itching to throw the lamp at my mirrored reflection … Continue reading Shattered Mirror – Christine E. Ray
my image splinters in the mirror as distance grows between surface smooth and inner truth where sharp rocks agitate in the acid bath of my gut my legs now a pale canvas for phantom scratches and bruises left by the coarse tree branch they dangle from as I sit sentinel over the abyss jaw locked … Continue reading Dangling – Christine E. Ray
poetry is oft written by those who love too much too freely hearts splayed open on sterile dissection trays cool stainless pins trapping vulnerable fluttering edges i am a darker object I fear I love too little too miserly my specimen heart muffled below weighted blankets fingers absently rolling small plastic beads that dwell below … Continue reading Darker Object – Christine E. Ray
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
poetry is oft written by those who love too much too freely hearts splayed open on sterile dissection trays cool stainless pins trapping vulnerable fluttering edges i am a darker object I fear I love too little too miserly my specimen heart muffled below weighted blankets fingers absently rolling small plastic beads that dwell below … Continue reading Darker objects
haunted hours when my ghosts emerge from the ether waltz in slow rotation through my memory music only they can hear skeletal orchestra backside of the night when my demons come out to play leapfrog through my dreams like rowdy children with fangs with talons Red Rover Red Rover shall we play hide and seek? … Continue reading Backside of the Night
Brave & Reckless 