Category: Poetry

  • Desperately Seeking Sanctuary

    I saw right on through his sorry ass and smiled I sensed the philosophies he was about to spew on my body

  • Old Friends

    they presented my body in a coffin to teach me a lesson I laughed I said “teacher,

  • The Burning House

    if the hurt existed knowing that one day i’d recover i could be patient knowing i would soon heal and move forward instead i experienced the dread of confirmation that this wasn’t just pain