A Storm

This big unnamed oppressive entity In the air, thick and cloying It may be The End of something I once thought was important Or perhaps That tangible pressure is like the wind before a storm And when the rain falls The release will be cathartic and beautiful

Eviscerated 

You know every word in my heart I try to see yours, You keep hidden behind frosted glass  Never knowing if I’ve made a huge mistake by letting you in  Until it’s too late.

The Lake 

It’s cold, and the water Is so deep I just keep sinking deeper The frigid liquid fills my lungs until they burn I cry but my tears are lost  Floating out and away from me Forgotten. Reaching for you, I keep looking Hoping you’ll throw me a rope  Pull me up But I only keep sinking…Read more »

A Pit

There are certain types of emptiness…  Some can be filled by anything that causes momentary happiness.  Some are soothed by the mere presence of those you care about.  And then there are others… where you build up a deficit of something desperately needed.  Affection. Interest. Desire. Those particular voids are much trickier.  They tend to…Read more »

A Moment 

He tilted his head back against the cold steel, eyes closed, and felt his stomach swoop as the elevator ascended. It moved quickly and smoothly, the way you only find in expensive buildings.  He took a deep breath to center himself, this moment’s reprieve the only one he’ll likely get today.  Calloused fingers snagged his…Read more »

The 53%

Women are raised from a very young age to see other women as competition, it’s normalized, and we grow up tearing each other down instead of building each other up.