indigos journal

when this was originally written, it did not have a title. the title was added much later.

I feel hands
on my throat
backed against the wall
words
singed into my mind
“I could take your life
so easily.”

when this was originally written, it did not have a title. the title was added much later.

stranded
in this solitary prison
stark
barren
cold.
concrete floors
walls
make my body ache
lifetime sentence
here
in this solitary prison.
forgotten. abandoned.
How long is a lifetime?

sometimes the poems are just a couple of lines. sometimes we come back later and add to them, sometimes they stay woefully short. this one is still just a couple of lines.

mother says-
you belong to me

sometimes the poems are just a couple of lines. sometimes we come back later and add to them, sometimes they stay woefully short. this one is still just a couple of lines.

I am standing here
Invisible

we had quite the struggle regarding putting this one on the site. there is so much shame in it that we didn’t want to have displayed. but then i remembered my commitment to show it all.

Blood
Pulsing
Throughout my body
wanting release

Purge
Purge it all
Let it out
Let it flow

we had quite the struggle regarding putting this one on the site. there is so much shame in it that we didn’t want to have displayed. but then i remembered my commitment to show it all.

Dirty I am
Filthy
Deserving of this
The worst of life
has to offer.