Wednesday, August 27, 2003

the same either way you look at it

i imagine if i stretch
my arms out, squeeze my
eyes tightly shut, grasp
the pillow
legs gripping the sheets tightly
i might be able
to smell him, to feel
his arms hold me
as i turn.
no amount of comfort can
feel like his presence
it was a mistake;
i stretch and flounder
against the wall
i imagine his excess of pillows
beside my body,
now dismally absent in this
new reality
the bed is cold;
i am alone.
i have not been alone in years.
now even a twin bed is
acres too big for my
fetally shaped sleep
devoid of warm limbs
intertwining with mine and
stealing the down comforter
which threatens to engulf me
in its mass
with his absence.

Monday, August 25, 2003

it's been a year

imagine that
a year
twelve months of....nothing.
and if you don't know, then
you never meant anything
you weren't worth any of it
not one single smile
or a tear
not a bloody caress
and the understanding that came
with mutual love of razorblades
death, rebirth, wanting to
die so badly that we lived...
no, if you do not read this
if you do not understand
then it was never worth it
everything was lies, pure
nicotine to keep me holding
onto your useless breath.

Monday, August 18, 2003


and there was only
what i wanted.
love sex and god were
no more than background.
i reached,
never considering once
his side
thoughts, dreams,
whispered promises
to be unmade and broken in a single night.
i was a useless goddess
wanting my immortality back
and i took my worship
with harsh fingers.
i lost the importance of love,
and small moments
in his acquiescence.

Sunday, August 17, 2003

sometimes, wings are only signs of former flight.

it was just a picture painted
of happiness
we both lay inside the frame
and let this facade go up
around us,
over the top
we put on a show
fooling all the right people
and weren't we full of shit
in those days, the
farce of it all.
we almost even believed ourselves
we lied
hoping that if everyone believed
it would be enough.

Saturday, August 16, 2003

seduction 101

no longer innocent - simple
clasp of hands
turns into your face
gasping as you reached for me
holding my hands in yours
clenched so hard,
you trembled
your whole body
with a tremor
i stole that innocence,
the shaking faded.
but oh your face -
i see the vision
every time i close my eyes
feel your hands
a simple stroke of thumb
across my side and down my hips.

Thursday, August 7, 2003


i'm not supposed to be
your perfect little slave
but i strive,
with alacrity.