Writing Exercise

My pen is out You take it in your hand Grip it tight You say Lets play a game Is it hard No A slow stroke Not a drip of ink You lick your finger Rub the tip a bit I stare at the lights Waiting A speckle begins the flow As you write A … Continue reading Writing Exercise


I lay naked my thoughts A mess of good, bad, in between I lay naked in my truth A body wrecked pains betrayal I lay naked A wanted touch screams fantasy Strip away my soul So I may rise Let my naked husk wither Rotten flesh return to a earth in flames So does my … Continue reading Untitled