In Retreat as Collateral Damage. {poetry}
My fire? All sucked off me alongside my verve, my royalty. I have nothing left but bulging bones and thoughts in the foreground of my evanesced presence.
Browsing Tag:
flesh
My Graduation Speech: Let’s Walk Toward Our Dreams.
In our dreams, we follow P.J. Palacio’s advice: “When given the choice between being right or being kind, we will always choose kind.”
Mourning. {poetry}
Last night I stepped outside of time Minutes became centuries Ten thousand years became right now And mourning the epiphany As clenching pain released...
In the End: Boxes and Boxes of Glass Eyes. {poetry}
What she saw as elegance was, to my eyes, nothing short of macabre. I needed a job, and this limp-haired, twitchy woman had one.
Sung Home: Chapter Sixteen. {fiction}
What if I had made this trek with Mama? We probably wouldn’t be starving to death. More hands meant more to do all the work of creating this little home.
The Loneliest Road: Skidding Our Flesh Straight down a Promised Aisle of Future Bliss. {poetry}
I’ve seen this sad metaphor play out...
Women who blindly trust
their very flesh
to men who would always,
always look out for themselves first
Mango Woman. {poetry}
Here I am
sweet ripe mango woman
half-wise
I will attain more wisdom
as my flesh puckers to my stone
hot wrinkly custard skin
brown from the sun
Exiling Her Flesh From Bone.
The only map you need is the night sky that is written on the walls of your heart. The only grace you need is the wind within your scream. The only fire you need is the anger rising up from the bellows of your stomach.