NapoWriMo – Day 11

Push against the veil only then can death push back a silent wanting from your grave it calls to your spirit without your knowledge and you fall to protect it when the end finally comes.

NaPoWriMo – Day Ten

Don’t stop. Don’t slip into slumber while I dream of walking away and stay to keep me still and sated. I have need. I need sweet and soft, never to sleep alone. You never give me what I need. I never give you want you want. It’s a twisted point …

NaPoWriMo – Day 9

Every movement of my mind, every shift of my senses aches. It’s been taken from me every molecule of madness gone. I had more, had something but I let it slip away somehow. The reasons are elusive so I’ll never really know why. r.l.w NaPoWriMo – Day 9

NaPoWriMo – Day 8

I write poetry late at night in broken verse with broken words without any source of light. I write poetry in the middle of the day scribbled on scrap paper because I’ve something to say. I write poetry you’ll never read keeping the worst lines to myself every dark secret …

NaPoWriMo – Day 6

She doesn’t spend the night. I never see her sleep, I see her make love and have sex, drink and drown in wine and wanting but she never spends the night. I never see her sleep. I sleep. I sleep and dream about holding her closely but she will never …

NaPoWriMo – Day 5

It eats away at her the strain of it and I’m losing her to the stress of it and I wonder if there is any truth to it, to that doubt she’s feeling. We’ll manage I tell her we often do, without words just each other on our lips. It …

NaPoWriMo – Day 4

Based on a true story… My cats eat peas. My cats eat peas and chase them across the floor. My cats eat peas and chase them across the floor with a snap and growl as they devour them all. My cats eat peas. My cats eat peas and steal broccoli …

NaPoWriMo – Day 3

She presses, deep enough to bruise but not scar. She pushes, far enough to falter but not fall. I help her up again. Time after time. I warm her, deep to the core. I warn her, not to go too far. She is too cold and too I am too …

NaPoWriMo – Day 2

I am a bad example for your babies the people I do not bring into this world who look at me like I should do better. Like everyone knows what I should be. I am standing at the counter being your assistant for a myriad of reasons you don’t see …