An Omen

Womanhood sits in my mouth, rotten. Boys feel around, hands like cups, Suctioning, fish-like, leaving half-moon Bite marks and blushes that vein out To hearts that do not know how to heal. They wonder why my response comes Flatlined, I guess I can’t reply when girls have to die before they come to life.

The First Light*

At first light we begin anew, Only to repeat the deeds of yesterday. Caged in as animals are at a zoo Awaiting validation from strangers, Without a care in the world of the smoke rising behind us. At every light, we wilt a little more With every beat of the drum. Fading away, an hour, […]