So eloquently their eyes mirror empty and yes, we are told that this is what beauty really is and that to suffer is to truly live so we ignore our own deaths get lost in their depths and praise being lost in the nowhere places of the nothingness spaces we long to call home if…
Sorrow Opens a Window
Hope left without leaving a note, just the ghosts of words it never spoke but only kept in silent truths tucked neatly away in the shadowy deep corners of a private pain and the quiet of its unheard tears that scream out now like the wind, begging to be let back in 10/6/2015 ©Debbie…
She
lives, a shadow within the glass her full reflection never a complete clarity as her image remains half between the worlds of neither here nor there but only stuck somewhere in time like a ghost, or an old photography out of focus and ever fading as she slips further into the darkness; never fully living…
Time Machine
take me back to somewhere in the far away past, somewhere before the monsters came lurking in through the looking glass that shattered ‘neath the weight of so many eyes that bullied me into the blind corners of a darkness unrelenting, held captive in the watchful glares of their haunting hatred, where all I ever saw was…
Battered
and somewhere in the ruble I exist where my heart lives like a fist beating my insides raw ’til I am bloody and lost in the injury of my truth betrayed by the brokenness of my own dreams that lay dying, caged by a pain and the darkest of thoughts that will not release me…
