dagger

inside the walls are white
light spans from gold flex
strength rises to lift the heavy
shadows trigger impurity

Nectarine

I love fruit. Nectarines in particular. Peaches, the sister of the nectarine...or brother, relax... can not be enjoyed as much as a nectarine because the little hairs, also known as fuzz, scratch your face then get stuck on your lips. It's annoying. Nectarines on the other hand have the juiciness, sweetness and similar taste of the peach, without the annoyance of the fuzz. So good. They can be stored away in your lunch the same way you would store an apple or orange. Unlike an apple, nectarines don't turn brown after the first bite. Unlike an orange, nectarines aren't so full of juice they squirt you in the eye with acid like fluids. Yep. I love nectarines. That is all.

not broken

Stop looking at me as if I were broken.
Your lingering words float above my head like vultures circling their dinner.
I have this wrenching in my guts that makes me so sad.
And the pain that pierces in my chest is not of heartache.
But of despair and fight.
Fight that may take over and consume the bloody mess that I have made of myself.
Step in, jab. Step in, cross.
Step back and take a good look, because it's the last one that will be for free.
After this, I'm charging admission.
My thoughts are all consuming and there is nothing I can do about it right now.
Just let them take over and ruin another day.
So take me.
Take my beautiful day full of promise and make the cotton clouds pour over me like acid on skin.
Get it over with.
I'll take it. I'll take it like a champ and won't grimace one bit.
But when it's done, you best believe that I will never forget it.
I can smell the rain in the air.
It's sickening.
Stop looking at me like I'm broken.
I've got that duct tape in my back pocket and you'd be amazed what I can do with it.

Laughter

To laugh so hard your insides hurt and you drop to the floor because you honestly think you have ruptured something under your ribs. To laugh so hard you have to clench your inner thighs together, tightly, so you don't piss yourself. To laugh so hard your mouth hangs wide open because that is the body's mechanism when there is no air in your lungs and you are about to suffocate. To laugh so hard you slap your leg with such force, you leave a bright pink hand print in the skin. To laugh so hard you don't even notice the tears streaming from your eyes have created a nice pool of wetness in your lap. To laugh so hard you have to go into another room, so as not to disturb the people around you. To laugh so hard you inflict the same laughter on those around you, without telling them what you are laughing at. To laugh so hard you have to pretend you are on the phone with somebody, so nobody knows you are chatting online while at work. To laugh so hard the people standing next to you on the streetcar think you're crazy. To laugh so hard you have one of the best times of your life at an amusement park and can't wait to do it again, as soon as possible.
Laugh until you can't breathe, it keeps you young.

Your words barely skim the surface, then cut so deep, drops hit the floor with merciless force.

Pills and Powders

No pills or powders for me this time. I've got this. Got this shit under my control. Amazingly enough no one was the wiser to think any differently. The weight I had let accumulate on my athletic frame has slowly started to melt away, with my pure perseverance. No pills. Definitely no powders. Feels good. Feels damn good to be back on track. Back in my own skin. My soul is reawakening and when I dance around the floor, I'm free.