MH : Writing

Oldman

Oldman

A Poem by MH


My skin is raw.Salty tears have begun to searValleys in pink skin.My insides burnbut not like they have been scalded with waterMore like the strings I..
Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home

A Poem by MH


My bedroom door has bars on it.Deadlocks at every entrance to this prison.All the other inmates screamwith bits of me in their mouths and under their ..
How We Saved You

How We Saved You

A Poem by MH


We all cling to parts of you-Your hair, your eyes, your laughUse them as cuttingsStem and root,Frantically plant them.If you were an emberWe would fee..
Sirens.

Sirens.

A Poem by MH


Sirenswailing through the night,fists knock on doorsshaking residents from sleep.His knock on boneshaking them from socket.Her body crumples,when the ..
Dead Bird.

Dead Bird.

A Poem by MH


My cat prefers my mother.