Open

your eyes

to see my face.

Open

your hands

and take mine.

All you ever wanted

Is just beyond

your grasp.

Come with me

and see.

It was a nasty evening on the top of a hill

And all the graveyard bones were standing quietly still,

When in a distant voice I thought I heard someone say

“I’m just the Ghost of Christmas

Thanking God for today.”

Seeing Red, Seeing Red.

That's all how it starts then it's

Bleeding Red.

Dreaming Red, Screaming Red.

The pain ends and it's back to

Being Red

“The Pen Sleeps”

The pen sits and sleeps.

The author begins to dream.

The pen sleeps no more.

“Zeus, he Wheezes”

There once was a laptop named Zeus,

Whose voice was loud as a caboose!

The fans went, “brrrrrrr”,

As they whirred and whirred,

Who knew this would happen with use?!

As a woman, I was

          Gross

Period, vagina, pussy, cunt, it was

          Gross

He would say

"You're different"

          I would be told

But every month, I returned to being   

          Gross

The word doesn't mean much until it builds into an insurmountable wall of

          Insecurity-

          Unwanted.

A single opinion because a struggle between wishing for the best, and feeling

          the worst.

Maybe if I were a little

          Different

          Less me

A desire, a sensation

          Leaves me.

"That's unfair"

"Work through your trauma"

           The new rule

A one-sided ritual begins.

          "I'm tired"

"Think of me"

          "I'm not in the mood"

"Just this once"

          "I need sleep"

"We'll be quick"

           "It's my time of the month"

           Gross.