I hung the skeleton on the outside of the closet.
Funnily enough, the skeleton looked like me.
Tag: peace
Rocks
I feel the cold stone ‘neath my toes,
and I feel I exist outside of me,
on the surface of this body they’ll label
“Lydia” and point to once I’m dead.
My eyes close. I stare at my eyelids,
and now I feel I’m inside of me-
Oh help! Please someone,
get me out!
I inside and outside of me…
Is me my body? Then who I am?
Me might be nothing, for that’s what I see
every single time I blink.
I open my eyes and see that my toesRead More »
The Plus-One
I know about happiness; We’ve met.
We just don’t get alone time-
Anxiety’s name is “, but”. I don’t do simple sentences.
I know Anxiety so well that I don’t have to see its face-
No matter how fast I spin, it’s always a hair’s breadth from my sight.
But I know it’s there. It breathes down the right side of my neck.
It’s got a chokehold. And trust me- When you’re that intimate with somebody else,Read More »
Alphabet Ravine 