My ribs have scripts written in themLike prayers given from the angels aboveSoft spoken, yet soul waveringIf you broke up my body like she didYou would find a wounded soul with shattered ribsWith punctured lungsWith ink stains in place of bloodFor these words I bleed upon paper are my form of prayerGod , almightySo beautiful […]

I hold vortexes of painLike a wound ripped open,So big you could grow a sun out of itI find my pain to be so cuttingLike knives sharpened on the skinI find myself bleeding a lot of the time My heart was stolen from me at birthDespite my inability to be lovedI find myself giving my […]

And I find my life to be a playgroundWhere children run with scissorsAnd find themselves cutting into wounds they thought had been numbedWhy is it that the threads of silk that makeup my heavy jacket,Carry heavy burdens of darkness and painThat this cloak of mine had blood dripping from its seamsThat it’s overlock, didn’t lock […]