Running my fingers over the scars, I close my eyes.
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Skeletons Remain
Skeletons remain in the spaces beneath the pain. My brain becomes a seismograph of moving timelines and opportunities to rewind. I enter the dark caverns armed. This is no place for charm or niceties. This is a war to be fought by a single army. I am one with what was formed. I go quiet … Continue reading Skeletons Remain
Underneath
Underneath the energyCalled skin, IAm weighted, aReinvented spawn ofSeeds processed throughUniversal time. You said youDidn't know howsuch things happen. You lied.I felt it inside. I sat confirmed,In the least, smiling.They were duped, used,Arrogantly believed itWas special giftsThey received. Oh, you fools.We gave you nothing. Instead, we insured aPlanetary pureness, afterYou had purged the Mother,Wringing her … Continue reading Underneath
The Outhouse and a Sears Magazine
When I was a child growing up on Sam Fife's cult compound in Alaska, we did not have electricity or plumbing. As a result, we used the bathroom in chamber pots and outhouses. We also did not have toilet paper. Our toilet paper was often a Sears magazine with anything that wasn't "proper" for us … Continue reading The Outhouse and a Sears Magazine
Collateral Damage Station
I'm on the outsidebright colorpeacock spreadingI own my street,a path forced discreetby tainted company I'm on the insidewhere children weepand we speakthis language ofnaivety, conversations brief know what it's liketo be the weird oneso, pretty stays silent She'll only be assumed Life consumes herleather bound pagesto be passed onto sonsthere are chosen onesholding secrets governmental … Continue reading Collateral Damage Station
The Death of Ms. Hagley
I thought I'd feel reprieve; some kind of soul relief to find out she died, crucified by slow breaths; a painful death,
Solitary Respite
There are those for whomThe night opens up her armsEmbracing sadnessIn the singing wind charms For me she is closing Closing the spacesI once sharedClosing the trustI once spared She speaks of onenessNow I know there isNo such conceptWhere once I believedI was emphatically deceived I am not oneWith the envy of the blackI am … Continue reading Solitary Respite
Holding Wishes
What is it like To be granted a wish When your first kiss Was laced with bitterness, Taken from a tender lamb, A brutal sheering; As if wool doesn't scratch And skin doesn't bleed? What is it like To live a lie, A life robotic, stoic, Steps broken, Words unspoken, Fake smiles to the others … Continue reading Holding Wishes
“Victim Speaks Out, While Cult Leader Awaits Trial”
"Told in a restrained but highly effective style, reminiscent of Kazuo Ishiguro’s brilliantly understated bestseller "Never Let Me Go", "Cult Child" provides frightening insights into the methods and after-effects of religious coercion. Her fortress is no bigger than the space between her ears; but through quiet internal resistance, Sila halts her opponents and outlasts their … Continue reading “Victim Speaks Out, While Cult Leader Awaits Trial”
In the Silence
There are pathways, an intimate grid, leading to boulevards with dimly lit gas lamps because the history that we share goes beyond the times of the now. There are blue aching planets waiting in line behind this one, and if I blink, I might miss you, gazing at me. You thought I didn't notice. Like … Continue reading In the Silence
Shattered
Shattered intoA host of ghostsI never saw a demonSave in the memoriesOf my screaming And days aren'tAll fucking prettyJust because I'm notLamenting the acheThat sometimesSettlesIn my core There's so muchLeft to tellAnd I'm in fractalsSorting out facesIn the spacesGone black The cavesWith a hundred eyesLooking backWaiting toFeed the fearMock the tearsThen disappear ShatteredScatteredDark matter That's … Continue reading Shattered
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