How willingly we throw ourselves upon the flames. With exuberance, we swoon in painful anticipation of an eclipse of the heart. Once again, I lay down my essence for another to do what he wishes with it. Existing solely in a gleeful state of panicked frenzy. Nothing else pales in importance. What will he do next? The beautiful, treacherous, grim trenches of new love. I … Continue reading new moons

Life is not a noun, it’s a verb. It’s the neck breaking experience of being dragged through the world by our tails. It is the delighting in scenery as it flies past us, the clutching at roses before they are yanked from our reach. It is the karmic swirl of the good and the bad swarming around our haunted heads. It’s a constant cloud that … Continue reading Losing control

A mouthful of salt waterA belly full of acidA moment fresh for slaughterA point in time too placid Clear waters obfuscatedWhat is seen is a reflectionAnd what’s beneath is gatedOur mind’s sweet deception. Continue reading Ophelia’s Compassion

A color I’ve never seen. A flower that’s never before opened. The conditions are finally right for me to know this season of my life. The woman I am is a mirror version of who I was, but so metamorphosed now that this body I wear might as well be a cocoon. The girl of yesteryear could never know this love, could never claim this … Continue reading In my cocoon

I serve as invisible guardian to myself. All at once the princess in the tower and the armored savior down below. I strip the toxins from bad moments and leave the sweet. I swallow poison so that my conscious self won’t have to know the acrid taste of the truth. What I’m left with are hollow memories, gutted of their flesh like sweet langoustines. The … Continue reading a second life

Faith. What can I blindly follow through rigged pathways? Under what pretenses can I abandon what I see? How easily it comes to some, the instinct to follow a path laid out in muscle memory instead of breadcrumbs. A world plotted in ley lines that lead them forward instead of landmarks. I envy what I can’t condone and marvel at what I don’t understand. There … Continue reading faithfulness

I chafe at the enormity of what my heart wants. Clipped by the sheer volume of what it calls to it. So feeble, my human body. Capable of only a fraction of what I seek out. In moments of surging energy, it emanates a beacon. Inviting to it all the bounties that its cloying desperation yearns for. And my fickle bones buckle under it all. … Continue reading Black holes

We invoke wanderlust in such a limiting capacity. I have wanderlust for the girl I used to be. Wanderlust for the love I used to have. Wanderlust for the simplicity and ease I took for granted. Such desperate yearning for places I have long passed and will never again inhabit. Perhaps wanderlust need not pertain to a place, maybe it’s a longing for anywhere we … Continue reading Wanderlust

We posture like peacocks and prance like lions. We giggle at the primal and seemingly outlandish mating rituals of animals and then we engage in a far more tangled and subdued dance that yields confusion more than results. We plant well timed seeds, we harvest according to our own clocks, we seek only tender saplings in a ground we refuse to tend and water. We’re … Continue reading In the beginning

Funny how as you get older, you wish for more time to waste. How all those hours you threw away getting lost in the worlds of books and movies feel like a far gone luxury. We’re always wishing that the day were longer but I have no desire to cram it with more. Instead, I’d love a little white noise to round out the day. … Continue reading Time to waste