One Night Stand

Before I fall asleep
You must know
That my thighs play storage for the weight of the world

Before I fall asleep
You must know
The thought of your gentle touch felt like hands
of a past man whose presence still haunts the air

Before I fall asleep
You must know
My father was once a poet
And you cant seem to write a rhyme for your broken daughters
Slaughter, bent over back, ass cracked, slapped, in videos
There is nothing pedal bike pretty about broken

Before I fall asleep
You must know
Your voice don't sound like his
No matter how many lights I turn off

Before I fall asleep you must know
After the fifth one night stand
with the forth different man
for the third time this month
I wrote a poem about how two is the loneliest number
that I've ever known

When you wake up I will be gone
And the best excuse I have for leaving is
"You

"A parent's heart bared, beating forever outside its chest" Debra Ginsberg

Blueberry Rain

I saw its face in the rain
Crying out for me

I felt it ripping me open
like a freshly peeled orange

You sucked the life out of me

I saw my reflection looking back at me
Drenched in blood

As I watched the milk drip down her heart shaped lips


I saw its face in the rain
Crying out for me

As I watched them pull you from me
I can only imagine the emptiness you must've felt
being torn away from the last heartbeat you'll ever hear

My womb has become a tomb

I watched as you took your first breath
I watched as you took your last

So much midnight about her, you feel like she's cursed

Rainbows of Affliction

I created a blueprint

in a ruby red notebook

on an apricot shaded school bus.

Made to believe that the earth is gorgeous green,

When I live in one shade of blue.

My blood is still violet on the inside

But my lipstick’s gram pink

When you scrape your paintbrush across my canvas

They beat me until I was black and blue.

I bled maroon.

The color of egg shell white puss was seeping out of my sores

To deflect so suddenly at the thunder storm

To only become a slave to lightning strikes

I am afraid of sidewalks,

side streets and side glances.

They referred to me as a fly on the wall

but I thought that bitch had wings

and I never once felt like I could fly.

But instead they snipped my wings before they sprouted.

Held down by layers of affliction

I’ll create a thunderstorm

and they’ll bend to my whim.

I’ll walk with a switch and we’ll switch roles.