It seems obvious
the magic we hold.
It’s almost amazing,
the way men haven’t figured it out yet.
We,
women,
are shapeshifters.
Self Inspired
Sandcastles
Detours and roadblocks and gilded bars.
Lines drawn in the sand
I wouldn’t cross except
that they were drawn by a hand
that isn’t mine.
Sign Here
Why does everyone assume that all souls
Sold were bought by the devil
When roads are paved with dotted lines
and all of life’s masters demand that you sign?
After-all “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
Untitled #2
Another morning I wake up in front of the mirror
mentally exhausted
heart sore,
emotionally bruised and beaten.
Isolated from personal pleasures
By the heavy-handed victimizer of living.
Speak
Second by second the words I left unsaid fall off a cliff.
My mind races, becoming more harried with every
Word executed by the weight on my tongue.
I know I need to speak but all I can think is
“What do you want me to say?”
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