I've known for some time now
that writing has given me the strength...

Headless angels adorn an abandoned Christmas Tree-
Tucked in a back alleyway...

Black paint spatters cover a room
that once glistened from the...

I write of peace in darkness
making friends with demons...

My withered hands bare cracks
of smiles gone unnoticed, circles...

I press my nose to a
window sill, kissing nature...

Soft, summer winds leave me isolated
trapped between ebony nights, balmy days...

Hot pink, crumpled silk
adorns silver grey haywire...

I wasn't designed
to be a scapegoat...

People whisper; as I continue on,
oblivious to people's real thoughts...

We have a guest that lives in this house
it's not an insect or a fluffy white mouse...

In the midst of a humid summer
my body relaxed within natures sauna...