The window stopped being see-thru
when she closed her doors and her aching bones became the doorstop.
The battered ballerina wept with stolen soulful blinded eyes,
stuck in a faceless insanity spin
she searched for salvation
off this merry-go-round’s masquerade of madness. Continue reading “Gas-Station Story”
I was once this country mouse in a big city house
blending in by wearing masks of tusks and feathers.
It’s where we’d met, smoking sunflowers, Continue reading “The House of Hurt”
Was the demon at the steering wheel
on our detour to reshape the gates of hell.
I, impatient with passion,
was shadow chained to his sin.
With a halo of fire, nails carved symbols Continue reading “Sin’s Soulmate”