It is the trauma that teaches me to announce my threshold of pain,
high as the pilot’s realm where the air is clear,
the sky is above, and the ground is clouds beneath your feet.
Threshold of pain is the title, but the real name is mask,
strong as my steel iron soul; They will both break as one.
It is the shards of my very self that I keep cutting my foot onRead More »
I want to survive so bad
that I could take a pill that takes
away desire to live if it
would give me the health to get by.
And perhaps I shall.
But I only know of one of those,Read More »
I remember drowning
how God knelt upon the sea
and placed a gift behind me,
and my anxiety,
of what was inside and whether
it could keep me alive,
but I did not want
to squeeze the package.Read More »
If not left dead, left strengthened,
but for the first time, I’m starting to think
this may not be the kind of story
where I make it out alive.Read More »
I do not know what it is they do not wish to make me feel-
Sad, perhaps. And
But I am only sick of some of the alien mental fodder.
Do you know the paths well enough
to see an entrance to a cave
in which I am alone?
And are you brave enough to bearRead More »