She sat in her boudoirApplying her faceRouge lips and buttery eyesPink cream soaking her skinI watched from the doorwayMother always said I was too qu..
The little witch down the streetIn her little black houseWith her little black catWas watering the blue of her hydrangea that grow slow in her front y..
In winters snowOn spring daysApril feels playfulI do notShe kisses my feetWet and coldBrings me flowersI let them dieWeeding outAll the mudThat dries ..
Some days I walk on steady groundHard beneath my bare feetKnowing how to hold myself upKeep myself straightOther days the sidewalks I trusted have col..
Have not much to sayExceptFor the incredibly distinct difference between meAnd themHow a group of people standing in a circleChattingCan eat me aliveP..
The airplanes close to my homeCircling my neighbourhoodTauntingSelf deprivation is only a depravity for so longPitifulAnd then I thoughtHow life was i..
Red eyesBut not romanticNot the showings of a sleep deprived womanWhat was she thinking aboutWhat kept her upRed from rubbingAnd pullingAnd wipingRed ..