Walking in Circles
“Stop! What are you doing? Didn’t you see the sign!?”
I did not, could not.
I was walking.
Uncensored
My words are not always words. Sometimes they are sounds. Hmm. Rrr. Rah! When I find myself feeling feelings so intensely this is how I communicate. Guttural. Staccato. Loud.
Let It Be Known
I want to leave.
I want to run –– fast and far away.
I want to scream, Come back to me!
when I visit you in that place.
Saturday Night
Unsafe. I feel unsafe
and bury under
the covers of my bed.
Who is he yelling at?
Do they feel unsafe?
To Talk About Trees
To talk about trees is to talk about life. As a child, trees watched over me as I slept, painted on my bedroom walls by my father. The trees had little eyes peeking out and elves nestled inside.
The Hunter
A scar remains
where I freed myself from you.
While you hunted for my heart
I hid in the woods of my soul.