Poems from MARs
These words pour out of me alongside my tears. This poem cuts through me like a
dagger. Each verse ages me a few years. I correspond via...
Frost
Breathe
Heaving through
Icicle lungs.
Wind
Force
Pushing past
Frozen bodies.
Cold
Lush
Frostbiten hearts
Become acquaintances....
Breaking
I'm ok
Breaking
I'm fine
Breaking
I'm good
Breaking
I need help
Breaking
Not that help
Breaking
Yeah it's fine
Breaking
I'm...
I sometimes ask myself, "would I have prayed a different prayer, if I had known what your actions were to be?"
Would I wish for a worse...
Do you think I don't know that the catcalling won't cease? Don't you think I know there will be those that view me as a piece of meat? I...