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.


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



across my eye

across my jawline

and hands littering my body like scars

every punch took away my breath and my soul

why couldn’t they take away my love?