Poem: UNbound

 Face down
we grip the sheets
you make me feel
and forget
everything
I praise on high
aloud for you alone
while you pant my name
a prayer in kind
soft gasps of release
in the middle of the night. 

Poem: Bound

 Tie my wrists
and
bind my feet
gag my mouth
and
bruise this body
Make me feel
Like all's not lost
because everything's a blur
and
nothing is real. 

Poem: Unnamed

 I
would
give
you
the
world
if
you
would 
give
me 
your
name,
and
swear
to 
hold
me,
as
I
do
the
same.
In
love
I'll 
be
if
you'd
only
just
see,
but
it
is
what
it
is
if
you
don't
want
me.

Poem: Afflicted

I feel your fingers
as you lift the veil
We're not getting married
We're just stepping from hell
to joint safety
under darkness's cape
We assail the past
with the gentlest touch
with listening ears
while hiding in couches
and under the covers
Comforting inner lovers
who beg
to be set free. 

Poem: Witches Marks

Mens inability
to understand women
Body and soul
shows the respect they have
when spoken out loud:
That she can avoid her own rape
the tearing of her person to shreds
or
abort her attacker's child
and
stop her own flow
when it does not please us 
fairer folk
what witchcraft
I ask
do they think us capable?
with bodies granted to us
without asking
or choosing
to be the weaker
or stronger…
sex?
For we did not choose
to be scorned so violently
for extra parts
gifted to us. 

April 2024 Poem: Nothing Whore; Nothing in Jest

Show me your weakness

Let me run my fingers through your hair

Soothing the aches

Smoothing out lines

Baring my heart

So you can break it again

Each time you come begging

I lower my guard

Letting you in

And you sever my heart

A repeated stab

That I willingly ignore

While you laugh in my face

And call me a whore

Poem: In Her Head

 Darkness creeps around frayed edges

Fingers of fear and untamed repression 

Grasping at threads unraveling

 

Faster than they can keep ahold

Losing grasp of reality

Insanity taking a turn

Twisting the hour glass

So time holds no meaning

She’s slipping

Faster and faster again

Waves crashing

Holding down each heavy limb

Her movements slow

As water rises up her throat

Ragged breaths disguised as breathing

While laughter rings in her head

No one sees her drowning

Because this is all in her head

Poetry Prompt: Pluck My Petals

Pluck my petals 

and leave me for dead. 

I’m only divine 

face down in my bed.

Poem: The House is on Fire

Deep breath in

Long exhale

The well of tears

And the shake of her hands 

Body tense

Emotions high

Every feeling

Felt

All at once

The house is on fire

Her nervous system screams

But inside the house 

It’s quieter than it seems

No one knows

No one ever knows

The worry of trusting

Anyone

When you can’t even trust yourself

To make basic decisions 

That could end 

In soul crushing divisions