NaPoWriMo – Day 15

It’s warm around my finger, silver around skin around flesh around bone. It imprints on my soul through letters engraved deep into the metal and deep into me. Through skin, and blood, and borne of love and days to come. Accept it. I accept. It shines and shouts in sunlight …

NaPoWriMo – Day 14

Scream louder cat! Scream louder and get more food than chew on the sponge and the wooden spoon to devour more delicious molecules. Delicious, delicious molecules. Scream louder. For I am cat. Steal the milk straight from the glass and scream about biscuits and lick all the bowls just in …

NaPoWriMo – Day 13

There is softness on everyone and that’s what I choose what I want to curl around at the end of the day to comfort me when broken into pieces of a person not quite understood by anyone else I’ve met. It’s a silent need I cannot share for the fear …

NaPoWriMo – Day 12

We all have broken fragments of the world within ourselves shards and slivers of lives lost pressed into our hearts. We carry them as they bleed out into the reality we’re holding together with fragile support our fingers raw and aching by time we die, pieces spilt across the floor, …

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 …