Sarah McKeever Hitt : Writing

The third of October

The third of October

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt


If you search the sordid darkness of my room checking behind the pictures of my friends you will find hidden beneath the the paint and plaster the ..
Skin on film

Skin on film

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt


Rampant. My emotions, fears, obscenities are blissfull in their indulgence. They run rampant for you. Skin on film. Flash. Crash and burn. ..
Messed up divinely

Messed up divinely

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt


Once again, you messed me up.
Night

Night

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt


The trees bent silently Moon drenched landscape weeping Dew covered grass bowing In the presence of you. Transcribed in the starlight My message..
Too humid

Too humid

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt


The sun was burning today Too humid to hide what I have to say Maybe now is not the best time But I have never been too good with timing. Here goe..
This morning

This morning

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt


So unfair is our love.
I was a fool

I was a fool

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt


I was a fool Took more out of promises than meant Held paupers at princely esteem Just to be burned in the end Proven incorrect and naïve ..
Maybe it's the weather

Maybe it's the weather

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt


I hate that I spend so much time pining scribbling in ironic notebooks running through scenarios in my head. Maybe it’s the weather The gu..
I am your doll

I am your doll

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt


Sordid, twisted, and deviant hold my hands behind me take the breath from my mouth close my eyes with your fingertips I am your doll.
dull ax

dull ax

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt


My mind wraps along the trees while you cut them with your dull ax chopping away until I fall. Ironic bruises on what used to be your favo..