Rivers of tears sear
Her skin, running to nowhere.
If she were but a man.
Rivers of tears sear
Her skin, running to nowhere.
If she were but a man.
Remove the plank, He said,
Then not only attended,
He gifted them wine.
Orange and black moth
Needed help to get outside,
Then fluttered towards clouds.
Your heart heals her wounds
As she trusts for the first time.
Scars peeling away.
Called his daughter whore.
Nightmares become memory
As she wakes in sweat.
White mass on your brain
And you, brother, far away.
The pain sears my heart.
Falling asleep wrapped
In the warmth of angels’ arms
Knowing we are loved.
Kitchen glass fireworks
Cut the loneliness like shards
In her waiting heart.
Clearing old friendships,
Like cleaning out the closet,
Makes room for the new.
She can’t come, she said,
And broke her sister’s heart clean
Like a knife on glass.