“Without hope, all men are animals,” he tells me stoically from the chair. “And all women too!” I reply with an ironic grimace, teeth bared to cover up All our fear. We smell it on ourselves now, Universal a low lingering sour scent of too many mistakes, too many actions unable to be undone, By…… Continue reading POWER Responsibility.
“Would you do anything for me?” the question holds so many implications. I try to hold onto something more than what I am, but it all turns to snarling grimaces, to ashes in my mouth. Do we need to fight for me to feel real; do I need to let you hurt me feel your…… Continue reading Feelings (poem)