Ruthless

My words have teeth
Snapping, growling
As they escape my mouth
Ruthless dangles from wrists
It jangles as I walk
A warning
Some would call compassion a fool’s gift
Some days I wish I was ignorant
For the words swarming and pecking my ears
Only confirm that people have stopped
Listening to each other
Stopped noticing each other
Swarming are our actions
Weakened are our words
My words have teeth
So everything I say sinks in
Growling loud enough
For everyone to hear
For I wear ruthless on my wrists
It is my perfect accessory

Summer Fling

Lets fall in love
Like a 90s sitcom
Within 30 to 60 minutes
We would have a perfect love story
Insert automated laughter and applause
We could take breaths
At every commercial break
So we could enunciate every line properly
In this perfectly scripted romance
And every problem
Would be solved before the ending credits
And maybe with enough practice and time
We will remember each other’s names

Wings

A tall silver trailer
In my backyard
When I was a little girl
I wanted to fly
I figured out
How to climb
Up and up
To the top
Of that silver trailer
Pacing left and right
I wanted to fly
Let the wind
Get tangled in my hair
Lingering on the edge
I stood there
Content
With sun teasing my face
Confident, unaware
Of gravity
Hesitant for a moment
But patience taught me
To enjoy the view
Of neighborhood of rooftops
I wanted to fly
So I jumped
Off that silver trailer
Soared with arms open
Then fell
To the ground
Feet landed first
The ground jolted by body alive
Crouched there for a moment
For I had flew
Smile collected along with bruised palms
Hadn’t been afraid
For I knew the ground
Would catch me
I laughed and danced
For I had flew and found freedom
Collected rooftops upon my descent
I never regretted finding the ground
Or thought
It was a hindrance to be born with legs
And not wings

Failure

The first hardest thing
Is to sign my name
And say
I need help

The second hardest thing
Is to look
You in the eyes
And say
I fucked up

Curbside

She wore the results of last night’s fight
On her face as badges of honor
Sitting on the curb, she is waiting
Waiting for a ride, an escape
Away from this life
Neatly tucked away in a small corner apartment   
The sun beats down upon her back
Rays pounding until her body was sweating
And she wanted to cry
No one to call and nowhere to go
She sits outside a church
Hoping for charity
Thinking she should get some religion
Then at least she could confess her troubles
Maybe it wouldn’t hurt
Knowing she had nowhere to go
Except a curb outside a church
Discarded, like a five year old sofa   
Permanently sunken in the middle
Or an old office chair missing a wheel
So always teetered to one side
She slumped forward
Watching the traffic speeding by
Hope lingering on her face
Tucked in the wrinkles around her eyes
Maybe, she needed a sign
With HELP scribbled in big bold black letters
Then maybe she could find something more than this curb
Maybe she could find her escape
Her way out of this cycle

Dollface

She was so broken
That this doll
Would need to stitch
A smile
Upon her face
In order to be happy
Pink yarn hair
Knotted into two pigtails
She wobbled
Left and right
As she spoke
Until she would stumble
Over every sentence
With her over-sized boots
She was so broken
You needed to stitch
Her into a doll
So she could be whole again

Grave Charm

your words
are
little
graves
and
coffins
in every
one of
your
smiles
until
We
are
buried
six feet deep
in each
embrace
and
suffocating on
your
lies

Horizon

She had told me
All she wanted to be was a mother
I was 20-something, fresh out of college
And I didn’t understand
Her choice
So I ran away
To explore the horizon
While she got married
And had her family
All with her wild blonde hair
And big eyes full of wonder
I remember when I
Decided to be a mother
The fear of not being able to chase after the sun
But, I understood now
What she had been saying
Whenever my son smiled at me
I realized all I needed to be was his mother
The horizon would still be there tomorrow