Poems from Megan Collins
It grabs hold of me like a tidal wave It pulls me indistorts my imageand sucks me underI dance on the edge of sanity and hope Knowing very...
Forced into a position of unknown placement with unsteady hands and a figure that is off-balanced, similar to how her mind wanders back...
I erase the markings that I make on myself to match my own self-image Just a minute, one minute can make all the differance, when I come...
Too out of focus and out of reach I am what you will not seek A hopeless being with no purpose I stand to correct and sit when questioned ...
Touch her
make her crack
get close to her
and then attack
Too many lines
intertwine at the
same point
She stands in
the middle of
a storm...