Poems from LaneyGirl
looking around the room
it is like the hand
had a needle and thread
at the ready
to patch the souls of the broken
sew through each heart...
Me,
Craving the flesh
Of sunset lavender
Tasting
Bruises from
Drunken collisions
Willow wheat hair
Falling daintily
Over my thighs...
This place is hollow
Musty lamps ignite the room
The only thing to fill up space
Is noise of eating
chewing on bread
So we do not have...
On the day my sibling chose the rope
A woman came to the door
After dad cut him down
I listened to his chest
There was no beat
Echoing...
Anxiety and me
Go hand in hand with my sexuality and me
I am not straight
And I am not gay
I am somewhere in the in-between
The term ‘...