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

Darker objects

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