Poetry Journal: Liar

Liar I was never a good liar.  The truth just burned clean  through me leaving a cauterized hole that I didn’t even notice until I got strange looks and  angry stares. And when  I didn’t know the truth I could say nothing at all.  So when my emotions  roiled inside of me and I  could …

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Poetry Journal: Worthy

Worthy I’ve known hurt men.  Men who crumble when they can’t have the one thing that makes them happy:  the sensual touch of a woman. I’ve known men  who can’t accept their short comings and have to make you feel smaller than them. I’ve known men who need someone young and desperate because they can’t …

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Poetry Journal: Cravings

“Dependency is not born into someone it grows like a weed until It cannot be contained.”  -The Beggar I want a cigarette.  I haven’t had one in  three months, but I’m going to the doctor tomorrow because my stomach holds food like nicotine gropes my lungs. I want to  vomit up the ashes but it’s …

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