My desire grows
In darkness, secret
Places, yearns for touch
Black Orchid
Tag: introvert
Soft Close
We don’t talk anymore; I
Pretend it’s mutual but
It was you who decided.
Perhaps I wasn’t good for
You, though I always tried to
Be good to you. For the best,
I tell myself, while the you
Shaped hole in me aches, empty
Harm Reduction
It makes me itch not
To talk to her, but
I hate myself less
Troubled
Would that I were less versed in
The ways and means of violence,
Perhaps I would sleep easy
Pondering
Are others’ minds like mine? Do
They whir with fantasy, then
Screech in harsh accusation?
Succubi
The love of your kin spreads its
Virulent tendrils into
My spine, draining my spirit
The Last
I’ve lived too long, and
Seen too much. My bones
Ache for rest and peace
Disclosure and Consequences
I opened the door to the
World, said what I thought and
Believed. I was stomped on and
Crushed. I learned to be what I
Was expected to be. I
Shut and locked the door, tightly.
Methadone
This is only a
Poor substitute for
A real, vital life
Herman’s Hermitage 