Bitter Medicine

Alight, I burn
Bright and fast
I writhe I melt
In paralyzing stillness
Restless with fever and wanting
A chill so deep
Eating me alive
It twists and turns
And breathes and cries
Threatening to burst at the seams

The bitter pill
If only as the sun sets
Ushers in the darkness
A twisting of the senses
To fix it break it solve it stop it

Alive in my stupor
Watching the sting
My soul numb
Limbs weak
Thoughts racing through my mind
No clear winner
For now
As alight, I burn


One Shot

A silence thickly understood
Wading through unspoken truths
A detail explained until blue in the face

Deafeningly silent. Pregnant. Full to bursting with disregarded denied thoughts

Screaming tearing at the seams

Notice me pick me love me move me save me

Unworthy of attention

Care less
A caress laden with pity
The acidic touch leaving me rotting
Cast aside
I quit


An Open Letter to a Psychopath

Manipulative and self-obsessed

All I want to talk about is you

dear sir there’s something too true

i can’t quite put to words

brightest reds and deepest blues

they all come back for thirds

you seem to look right through me

lost in magic on the other side

apathetic to the point of poetry

delicate dance upon the blade of a knife

dance, dance out of those shadows,

that prison, that church, your mind

dance, dance into the twilight, and tell me that you’re mine


The Other Side

the other side of the bed

is where i keep my heart and my dreams

and my bag and my keys

when you’re gone


my heart on my sleeve

of the sweater i wore earlier

lay there as well

feeble cableknit weight

attempts to occupy the void


i dream of sprawling

using the space

but i stay on my side

leave room for phantom heartache


my thread count matched by memories

counting sheep

counting excuses



forget a companion

any other would find too hot, too near, too far

an unsuitable cotton environment

i miss you,

down to my linens