I often see myself standing on the outside,The outside of relationships, the outside of camaraderie, the outside of…
Death seems not so fearsomeIn times of loneliness.But rather a friendWho will comfort and caressAnd bid all sorrow from you…
Broken, Mended
She’s helpless, defenselessRaw and ignoredDoesn’t bathe, hates her bodyShe’s desperate…
stale, aged ink flows through thenarrow passageways of my veins— rising, and receding like the…