Poetry
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.
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.