Short stories & poems

I scrub, scrub, and scrub all day and sometimes at night.

I'm the one that cleans when they start to fight.

When they say you might need therapy.

The one they come to, is me.

I use my broom to sweep away their bias thoughts.

And I'd clean up to the facts to bring peace or so I thought.

An affair, a scandal, an addiction, or abuse.

All my efforts go South, once a single word is loosed...

_I was following the, I was following the-_

I trek through the snow, panting heavily. I gasp on to the wound to my abdomen, wincing in pain every step of the way. You can’t be mad at animals for being vicious. I should’ve listened when mother told me I shouldn’t explore these woods.

“You’ll get yourself killed.”

I continue humming the relaxing music to myself, moving forward into the big mass o...

Bubbles cut through grime,

See all the hidden details,

The window will dry....

if your hand could reach inside my

heart, what would you do with it?

Squeeze it?

Pinch it?

Rip it to shreds?

or would you hug it and take care of it,

as if it were your own?...

I walked up the path

Made from stone and rock

Breathing in the scent of moss and rain

Small wooden houses reared up on the hill

Several chimneys lit up with smoke

Breathing in the scent of fire and forest

I saw a man pushing a wheelbarrow

Filled to the brim with wood

He looked at me and greeted me, then said

Just a little village, nothing to see here

And then he was gone....

I stare across the river, a huge broken-down castle with black flags in my view. Our enemies are now going to be our guests for the evening. Being on opposite sides of the river has always caused friction between our kingdoms. Having to share our resources, and our land even though it is split in half like a sign for each to stay on our side. However, that is not how greed works.

Sighing I clos...

I Inhabit a space where eyes beam at me

Somewhere where the whole world can slander me

How do I endure?

Living in an exhibit

“Dance monkey dance” they jeer at me like knives

How do I survive ?

I can’t and won’t

I grieve this painful life

I lament at the state

That which I cannot escape....

The ground is cold, hard and damp beneath me, but I’m not in any pain which is odd because I clearly remember being stabbed; the blood, the pain all of it. Not that I’m complaining about not being in pain it’s just odd, that’s not the only thing that's odd, the ground I am laying on feels strange. I should be laying on a combination of dirt and snow; mostly snow, but I’m not it’s too hard to be sn...

TW R*PE

I was eighteen and so was he

We were young but that didn’t bother me

For I wanted to discover

How it feels to have a lover

Yes, for me it was a first

But how could this hurt?

I went into a bar and saw him standing there

Looking pretty and having so much flair

He stared at me and before I knew

His home was my home too

At least, for a night that was

The night that felt so slow but wen...

There’s dirt and shame upon my face,

I know it well, too well!

But yours is stained with hypocrisy

so, I would say, we’re even.

Let’s cleans each other, shall we?

What a marvelous idea!

I’ll use my claws, you use your teeth!

So, when we walk the earth, my friend,

You - dripping blood and anger,

Me - missing parts and empathy,

Both - laughing, hugging, faking,

well, they wouldn’t notice

the knive...