little lamb

they warn you of
the boy who cried wolf,
but i’m more afraid of
the girl who cried sheep;
the one that made me care
and made me cry
ugly tears
in the glow of
my laptop screen.
i never doubted
her innocence
or her state of
mind, but maybe
i should be more
careful with where
i place my bets;
she won
the whole pot
and i was left with
nothing but a bruise
and a nasty ache
just beneath my
ribs, though it didn’t
quite make it to
my heart.
she was a little
lamb with the bite
of a bear,
and i was
easy prey.

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Invitation

She sees the rain
outside her window
and feels dreary,
hunkering down for
a day in bed
with hot chocolate
and a sad book,
but for me,
the rain is
an invitation
to dance,
to move my body
and my soul
to the music
of each drop
in ways
I never thought
possible.

The rain is
pounding
on my heart
and I feel more alive
than I have in
years,
dancing the first
dance
since I was a little
girl, standing
on my dad’s
shoes,
wearing nothing
but a smile
and a new pair
of diapers,
ready to
take on the
world.

Now I’m in
yoga pants,
taking on
the world
one thunderstorm
at a time.

via Daily Prompt: Invitation

Meditation with a side of coffee

On the weekends,
we can fall apart
and Monday morning
we piece it back together –
maybe meditation
with a side of coffee
or medication
and a dose of
booze.

Either way,
our smiles are
just as fake
and our eyes
are still full of
lust and greed
and all the other
sins we committed
on the Sabbath.

I can almost hear
the prayers
of my coworkers
and I wonder
if they’re for me.

If they are,
no one’s
listening.

Marathon

my heart races,
pounding against my ribcage
like a wild animal
sprinting to the finish line,
struggling for air;

i’m being strangled
by a blanket of hatred
disguised as skin,
tied down with ligaments
that feel like a noose
tightening in with every
pulse beat.

this is not what i bargained for
when i said “i do”
and thought forever
was a promise
and not a threat.

i’m in a marathon
against time,
against love;

i’m losing.
via Daily Prompt: Marathon

Warmth

I’ve never drank,
But I’m craving
A bottle
Pressed to my lips,
The warmth
Spreading from my throat
To the cold I can feel
Grasping in the pit of my
Stomach.

I don’t know
If I want to feel everything
Or just exorcise the last
Slivers of hope
Hanging on.

Let Go

Sooner or later
The tears blended in
With the tub water
And she found herself
Floating
In a sea of
Heartbreak and
Hopelessness,
Betrayed by time
And cold water
That she thought
Would hold her
Forever.

Her heart let go.
The sea let go.
She couldn’t let go.