I craved freedom until I got it.
Freedom to think. Freely.
I cut down interactions. Observed the triggers.
I thought I had won until I looked up.

With thinking sharpened the consciousness.
A sharper consciousness questioned more.

Questions keep me sleepless and I wish I thought less.

-

it sets me free.

My brain slows
to the pace of my hand
and suddenly
my thoughts
seem focused.

-

Fries taste heavenly.
Oil floods pores.
Pimples rise overnight.

-

Factory gates shut.
Machines fall silent.
Families starve overnight.

-

First blood drips.
Shadows lean close.
Womanhood meets death

-

Headlights pierce fog.
Road bends sharply.
Brakes scream loud.

-

Blood stains floor.
Window shatters open.
Hands reach out.

-

What am I if I tell you how it ends before I let it be?

-

Of all the things the moth could fall in love with, it was drawn to the flame.

-

Lost in mirrors I cannot see,
see a stranger staring at me.
Me, a shadow I can’t define,
define the cracks as though they’re mine.

Mine is a voice I barely hear,
hear in whispers without fear.
Fear is the cage that binds my heart,
heart aches to rise and be made whole.

Whole I’ll become if I can break,
break these walls for my own sake.
Sake of the self I long to find,
find my freedom leaving the chains behind.

-