Where I’ve Been

If you want to know where I’ve been,

Look at the musty side of the earth with no air or rails

Where the knives spit rust into the blood

Like steel guns.

If you want to know where i’ve been, picture a black tide

Swelling until it overwhelms the sea.

The wolves howl overhead.

Picture the dark sun

Simmering, the air thinning.

Picture the red-hot moon

Hustling so it can feel the heat inside.

Picture all that

Then picture me rising.

secrets

secrets can be sweet

whispers until the whispers

yell and people hear

Skeletons In The Closet

Our skeletons

Are made up

Of everything we are told.

But your blood,

Is everything you would give it for.

Who We Are

We are

The sunrise

And sunset

We are

The rain

And the rainbows

We are

The flowers

And the weeds.

Daydreams

the only

words

my pen

wants to write down

are the ones that won’t

come out.

the words that whisper

in my sleep

telling me

to wake up

to face the day.