Writing

what do you do when you cross the sea without me? 

on this warm night, I stand outside in the blue dark. 

I wear a bathrobe over my pajamas 

and old crocs that are faded purple 

I love it when you call me

 by my name.

When you label me.

Like a doll sitting in 

the display. 

Read out my description.

Learn my characteristics.

she sits across from me.

i sink into the middle cushion.

every session seems the same.

rings on her fingers.

a vibrant colored shirt.

1. A hole

     Clawed hands do not care

     for mothers’ desperate cries,

     tattered sinew left

Stones sink into the ground

 The oldest beneath never to be found 

Coffins, urns, and empty spaces 

All lay still set in their places 

Only I move on this land 

I used to wake to blinding light 

When the sun would hug me tight 

Now I wake to haunted dreams 

Startled by songs of screams 

The moon and stars are hidden too