Recycled Power

Once the Harlequin, she danced pulled by strings she did not control   She tried to dampen rage, not her own She attempted to silence growls of the beast   A false smile belied inescapable tears She was a leaf flailing in the wind   Broken   But sometimes those damaged bits meld together to create something stronger   Sometimes something abysmal becomes a thing … Continue reading Recycled Power

On Wings

I found myself in the ruins again a barren landscape, that wasteland of the past somehow both haunting and familiar The angel on my shoulder endeavored to find reprieve as I struggled to breathe, struggled to find the horizon She stirred stagnant air, beating torn wings with the honed perfection unending practice brings My constant companion, albeit sometimes under protest, she whispered advice knowing I … Continue reading On Wings

Desiré

Like the ground, sunbaked and barren, a wasteland built on years without rain Desiré becomes complacent seeking to quench her thirst with a single tear Choking on silence that rambles across ruined lives Desiré becomes frail seeking to satisfy her needs with a single word Existing in perpetual darkness, a world without connection Desiré becomes desperate seeking a sliver of sunlight with a single plea … Continue reading Desiré