panic shines in the dark,
where the external moon rises
Category: Poetry
The Therapist’s Question
“At some point
we
are going to have to talk
about why it is that you
cannot be”
Peace Will Follow
I wish to be
more fully human.
No room for worries
abandoned and alone.
Whittling Saplings
We all have are
own words. We must
The Passing of My Father, Time
“If I close my eyes, and
turn my head,
will time go away?”
The 8th Life is Hers
he wakes so angry her claws (k)needing him tiny blades; poking, prodding, piercing skin. he forgets so easily she, too, was left for dead; orphaned, rescued, homed soul. she grips life now with you, only one before she must nest, instead, in dirt. {if she wakes you again I will open the door for you.} […]
CW: Sexualized Violence of a Minor (male) | Sapling’s Apology
could it be that he’s afraid you are the man in the woods threatening with knife, tempting to cut out his innocence for future use – in dying man’s nightmare. could it be that he’s afraid you are the man in the woods who froze his throat and filled his mouth for nothing more than […]
