The Ramblings of Rheana Cherie

I ’m made to love not to be loved in return No meant to be’s or wishes on stars for the person meant for me Only dark nights spent  mapping ...

  She pours another glass One Two Three The bubbles tickle her nose She cannot feel her toes One, two Three She waltzed to music in her head...

In photographs Memories will one day fade. But the pictures will remain Each with a different version of you. As I stay painfully the ...

No more is human connection genuine Dipped in thin layers of truth stretched molded Across fake smiles practiced in mirrors clouded in vaped...

What’s the point? There is no point We’re all broken crayons Living in the box Destroying each other’s colors By dulling our own. 

  Entering the Land of Bones The shutter of the camera broke the silence of the land of the bones lovingly deemed a cemetery.    No one was ...

She weaved scraps of human interaction into friendships, hoped they would hold, and cried when those fickle threads broke. At the end of the...

       Crunching leaves disturbed the serene surroundings of nightfall, save for the exasperated sigh coming from behind my crunching footfa...

  There were only a few souls whose eyes could catch mine, along with my breath, and keep me in a suspended state of animation. Inanimation?...