a red bicycle lies crushed in the gutter,
you’re gone and i never said i love you
Loss
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Monthly Archives: January 2022
Hope
i didn’t have my brand on him—
we never got matching tattoos,
but we were happy together. you
knew that and took him anyway,
just because you could. and, now
i live alone in a life without hope.
Memories
the warmth of her skin
the softness of her hair
the touch of her hand
the taste of her kiss
Tiny Geisha
i have never seen such
fury. my tiny geisha
turns on me.
fire lashes from her
mouth, almond eyes
slice me like a blade.
haiku
he lies to me once,
will lie again and again,
no remorse, no soul
all trust is foregone
i run in a wicked storm,
leave his heart to bleed
When Love Dies
A tear forms in your eye,
And then another, and more
Until your eyelid is full and
They fall out and run down
Your cheek in single file
Spilling off your face and
Landing in your tepid tea.
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