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Mirror Mirror

I met a girl
who, like me
in her early teens
was lost for love
and filled herself up
with forgotten names
as hovering, breathless faces
left her empty.

I met a girl
who claimed to be
the huntress
skillfully tracking
fair game
through clever words
and skillful fingers
now sticky with regret.

I met a girl
like a whisp of smoke
easy in the breeze
the evidence long-settled
like yellowing
soul stains
as her secret sadness
campaigned without purpose.

I met a girl
who hid it well
with rich laughter
and hardening lines
time framed eyes
who finds comfort
to recall
it hurt… but she loved it all.

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Dauntless

Surely this isn’t me
the girl who owned
the night before her
and stood alone
triumphantly
completely unrestrained
by insecurity.

Surely this isn’t me
the girl who laughed
in delight
knowing only
the smallest fear
of the empty air
in between.

Surely this isn’t me
the girl-like warrior
with feet bare
and a loose brick
hurtling through the air
at tail and teeth.

Surely this isn’t me
the girl inprisoned
by barrier
unseen
a vice-grip
choker-hold
of social normality.

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The Observed

It must feel wrong
when someone remarks
how well you’re getting along
Ablaze, your thoughts rage
with protest
and unseen-
your heavy heart sinks
sinks, sinks
as the depths
of your anguish
engulf that calm moment
you were bouyant, present
without focus, without pain
until stirred by the memory
and swallowed by the shame.

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