Like a carver whittling away wood,
like a butcher slicing carcass,
like a razor piercing skin.
A needle etching into blood,
a knife engraving letters into a tree,
a dog tearing through bone.
Like a mosquito making meal of me.
You are always here, gnawing.
A piece from my book:)
The day sneaks up behind me
Telling me my time has come
Time to leave behind all that I’ve worked for
Knocking on every door
Begging for a chance at life Continue reading Don’t Forget Me
Don’t look at me any differently.
Don’t cock your head to the side
with a half smile full of pity.
Don’t tell me you’re so sorry.
I wouldn’t change this for the world.
turned me into iron. I fought tooth and nail to stand here.
I bled for this to be over
and now it’s over.
Art Credit: Nour
I’d appreciate you more if you were dead.
Your sinewy arms and wavy hair.
Maybe they would come to me in dreams
instead of nightmares.
Maybe I would wake up smiling.
Is there retribution for a lost soul?
The pulsing of the veins,
The pumping of the adrenaline,
The staggering of breaths,
What’s it to feel alive again?
Continue reading Lost Sands