You Can’t Get to Heaven without E-van

I saw a poem on Facebook this morning, and I posted it to the Husband's timeline, because it has never felt like a more accurate description. "...To be loved like a poet loves words..." My God, I feel like every time I write a poem it's some sort of vocabularian masturbation. Word whacking aside, this... Continue Reading →

Just a Slice

I took my pen and carved my flesh, to see what hid inside Black blood oozed slowly, leaking tears left me blind Tacky, sticky comfort revealing all the truth I denied In the flaps of my skin, I saw scars hidden My very nature is sin, reflected hatred given Down to the bone, the poison... Continue Reading →

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