Poems from MachikasMom
I pull the blade across my skin
How much longer will these voices win?
Deeper and deeper, I see blood appear
How much more damage can I do...
She paints a pretty picture
But the story has a twist
Her paintbrush is a razor
And her canvas is her wrist
She paints her pretty picture...
I don’t want to write a poem for you
It’s just not something I am into
At least not at this particular second
And not just because you...
Garlic is my name, great flavor is my game
I’m a popular flavoring in cooking, you see
Eat me raw or cooked, doesn’t matter to me
If you...
The squeals of a little girl, the thud of horse hooves,
The rattle of rain down the shingles of roofs,
The clamor of traffic, the roaring...