POETRY

HAIR CUT Falling from my head A cathartic release Let the hair fly away Each strand, I’m at peace Cut my hair to find parts hiding in reflection Like trying on styles personality convention Shaved it back to the skin To keep him at a distance Apathy over affection The path of least resistance Pul...

.THE END. The quiet is heavy, beholden to the wait, burdened by the levy, of the slow weaving fate. Turning Hand over hand, refusing to subtract, the deafening demand, To add up what I lack. Elusive when I want, your need so deafening, silence feels like a taunt, each moment threatening. Cannot s...

The Adder's Nightcap Slowly regaining my consciousness after the adder poured me a glass of his truth on the rocks with poison promises stared me deep in the eyes as he stirred in the vermouth Passed me the glass without hesitation gave a toast to my death he took none of the blame gave me…