Broken by the fall

Fix me, he seemed to scream

in the silence of white noise

wide ocean eyes

open to all I could give

a lost, selfish soul

a cold and gaping hole.

I fell hard, long, deep into that empty void

sucked into his abyss

merging with unhitched shadows

the adrenaline rush of magnetic darkness.

Those walls, they seemed to go on forever

with nothing to grip onto,

nothing to gain,

no place to step for balance

I just kept tumbling down

hoping he would wake up.

I was broken by the fall.

That was the greatest gift of all.

Created for Free Write Friday #FWF

Followers beware

I followed my heart

down a darkened alley way

past unmarked back door entrances,

wisps of light escaping through cracks,

dumpsters filled to the brim with the stench of

yesterday’s special,

leering eyes of dread and desperation

begging to stay warm on a cold winter night.

Oh how danger screamed from every corner,

warning voices crying

“You’ve gone the wrong way!”

I followed my heart with restless abandon,

stubborn, deaf or maybe dumb,

possibly all three,

the beating and oh, the bleeding,

it’s left me torn, teary, tattered,


did any of it even matter?

My heart led me to a dead end.

Oh man,

I should have listened to my head.

Goodbye Jody

If I
I would
tear down the sky
and wrap the world

cradle the sun
my skin
to scorch
this emptiness
from within.

Animal House

There’s a yak in the closet,
a duck in the sink,

the armadillo on my pillow,
asked me for a drink.

There’s a snake in the cupboard,
a horse in the den,

the giraffe in the chimney
is canoodling with a hen.

There’s an emu in the pantry,
a lion in my chair,

the monkey in the garage
is greasing up my spare.

There’s a pig in the gazebo
and a peacock in my blouse.

Can someone tell me why this place
is such an animal house?


A 13-foot boa constrictor
is preying on my brain,

a nocturnal emotion conflictor
(he’s conflicting me insane).

A suffocating sentence of
solitary repentance,

there’s way too much to shed,
(and yet it’s only in my head).

A Postcard Home

What if the fence weren’t painted white

What if vows were  broken

What if friendship didn’t exist

and our feelings went unspoken

What if we had never met

What if this postcard went unsent

Time Punching

If I could grab time
around the neck,
I’d choke her nearly breathless
like a jealous sibling,
I’d push her head underwater
and hold her there indefinitely,
shake her silly and
punch her in the face.

Forgive me for wanting
to beat the clock.
It’s not that I’m a violent person,
I just can’t seem to get ahead
of the game.

Time probably wouldn’t even stop.
She’d just go on taunting:
“Tic Toc, Tic Toc, Tic Toc.”