My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
A few pieces of sage wrapped in jute twine The perfection of a sailors knotRosemary and lavender; peel back the layersThe loved, the love lorn or worse; the never love-dCandle light and a drum beat; whispers in the windA hush, keeping the darkness away - keeping the demons at bayA tender touch; protection from a …
Sunday morning powers out rain hits the windowpane in that way; that way that reaches deep, gut level memory lane emotional kick A familiar angst; familiar imagery blindsided mind over matter punch, a trigger, time-wind slap back crank You’re nothing more than a shadow cast across the table; a marionette of fate and foe, as …
A rush, adrenaline high - his hands shake walking away back stab left over son of a bitch silence engulfs the space on the floor, simplistic empty hole in the wall; questions follow and wounds never heal they go underground waiting for another day to step out and sabotage what tiny thread of hope that …
Silence wraps around me a blanket of blushed tones silky white to touch tints of gray speckled from edge to edge never knowing if I am coming or going questioning - have I been here all along and there is a sense of harshness in the thoughts that wash over me my faith is an …
You lean a little to the left drawing me closer pulling me into your heart Your hands are tender but I can still feel your inner strength ...and I don't move away All that matters is the feel of your face close to mine I am in awe of the way you seep into me …
Trilby Yates 