hold me

before i wake up

before this numbness is gone

and i can feel again

hold me

so that these memories don’t come back

so that these bruises don’t reappear

like flowers blooming on my hips

the evidence of my nightmare

hold me

so that i am trapped in this dream

this numbness is my safe haven

all i want is to lie here

mid-way to death

before your hands force me to life again.



you make me feel

like your fingers are peeling open my mind

turning it inside out

forcing my nails across a chalkboard

leaving white trails

a warning

a taste

of everything that is to come.





they were all so beautiful

in your hair

they reminded me of sunshine

and of green pastures

and i could only watch

as another

flooded it with fire.

Miniature Prose

what can i do

when all i want

is to lose you

yet have you?

Miniature Prose

there are days when you feel nothing

and then days when

every little emotion cuts into your heart

deeper than anything else

you have ever felt before

and every scar burns

and old bruises throb with a dull ache

and everything mixes into a pile of chaos

until you are numb

numb with disbelief

numb with pain

numb with life and its little stories.

Miniature Prose



i know

this love

will never leave

it will never stay

it will float

like an impending thunderstorm

that drowns out everything else.

Miniature Prose

you know it’s love


you fear losing him


fear having him.