That’s the Trouble…

That’s the Trouble…

Sometimes your shackled By a seemingly innocuous soul Sometimes your jailer Wears the face of a friend Sometimes your prison is made By the one you trust Sometimes your monster Was never in your closet But rather at your bedside Tucking you in And that’s the trouble...
So Very…Blessed?

So Very…Blessed?

You were just a childWith dreams, desires Feelings in flight‘Neath your breast Before. Dad took piecesMom took parts- In the name of godIn the name of love Saying place them hereYour mind, your heart Leave them on the alter. God is perfect…but you? Don’t worry, child...
The Drug of Religion

The Drug of Religion

I’ll hold this coinTill it cuts my palm I’ll say the wordsTill they’re branded on my skin I’ll recite the prayerTill my mouth cracks and bleeds I’ll take the stepsTill there’s none of me left Wake up. This is no ordinary prisonNo ordinary rehab center The wallpaper is...
Hell is Now

Hell is Now

In her storyFear is gospelYour death, the summit Your wishesDreams, desiresNothing but pitfalls HappinessJust an idolSelf love, wrong Your heart, boundBody, shamedYour voice, silenced In her story-There is no you. Nothing.Nobody.Worthless. You know-You feel itPrison...