New Forms

9/5/2018

You are thread,
woven,

That snag, tear,
fuzz, stain,
Just created
a brand new
Form of life

Witness

I once heard light in your lyrics,
in his touch,
in her face,
And now
I am witness to it
everywhere
in everything.

We tire
Everybody tires
We need something
To remind us
The figh is worth it.

“Where does it hurt?”
–Ruby Sales

We
Have always been
Princesses and Princes.

They took, and told our stories,
Protecting royalty, and fantasy
—called it “fiction”, “faith”, and “history”

We have always been
Our own oppressors
And redeemers.

< 9/16/2018

I fear ,
I fear
I am cycling

Back into the chaos
That ensnared
Me before,
This time the monsters aren't near,
Or clear,
But in whispers,
I start to hear

Strange mouths
Utter words that seem familiar,
And I read every word
To be about and for me,
I am curious,
And want to know

Alice, do I go,
Sucked down the vacuum
Down, down
Below