Every time you leave me
I scramble and squirm out of
girl-skin last loved. Peel artwork
from the walls, leaving paper
piles of glittering iridescent scales.
Paint my hair Cherry Pop Red, Lusty
Lavender, Starry Night Black
and Chocolate Velvet. Trim it back,
cutting out and coloring over the
molecular traces of you. Gold Pewter
Gun Metal lining my eyes, Chai
Latte blended around brow bone,
outer corner crease, and lid as directed,
my gaze greener than the one you
remember, looking over the newest
crop of sacrificial men who spill
their seed in homage to your absence
without ever knowing your name.
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Shadows & Dust [poetry]
PoetryMost of my poetry is autobiographical. I write about living with bipolar disorder, dating, single parenting, my neo-pagan spiritual beliefs, my dreams, and sometimes popular folklore. Many of these pieces come from my self-published collections...