The Head, the Heart, the Arms, the Legs
When you see the world through not one
But several mind’s eyes
The heart grows full
Fuaim an tsolais ag bualadh ar chéad bachlóga an earraigh
Rejected by my own kind for refusing to
Rejected by my own kin for refusing to
Rejected by my kin for being unable to
be less than I am.
Realm and King
There is no logical reason for that course of action
and the pain it caused
Will ripple through existence
Mortal Sickness
This feeling takes root.
Grows from my gut to my heart
Tears me apart in its ferocity to climb from my mouth
And pour from my eyes.
Power Couple
He speaks rarely, my little alleycat, and I do hope that tonight he finds comfort In the soft delicacy my bedmate enjoys.
For he'll find none with me.
A Dark Thought
The sun rises like a hazy golden dish and I almost want to weep. Did they do this? Did their technology and wars and guns frighten Sol into a pallid representation of her true self?