Anything
is better than this
dishonest
double think
loaded mind fuck. I am out.
Just one kiss
changes everything.
The patterns
of routine
roles played shatter, inviting
shadows out to play.
Enough
“Enough!”
she yells, flashing
daggers from darkened eyes
finally silencing the mouths
that whisper “You are weak,” into her ear.
Full of fear, yet still fierce, she speaks
“There’s no anger like this
and blood isn’t
enough.”
prompted @ November PAD: Day 14
Spiraling
down into darkness
like Dante
and Virgil.
I’ve travelled the depths of hell
to find heaven’s light.
2011 November PAD CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE: Day 4 ; write a poem about finding something unexpected