Your broken heart

Last night your broken heart came to me
in a dream. It sat in front of me not  saying
a word, but then again, do hearts speak?
Slowly it began to bleed, until everything
everywhere became thick slippery, wet.
I panicked, woke up in a sweat
breathing hard stared around me
and as the walls turned red,
I realised I could never leave.

Forgetting

Last night, I found your photograph
tucked under my bed spread.
In it, you were standing
holding a blanket to your head.

It seems I have hid you well.

If you feel this is unfair,
search your pockets well.
Amongst the many lost smiles
you have hid, mine crouches there
like a child, waiting to be found.

Having collected
all the rust it possibly could,
this tin can has finally
rolled off the road
into a ditch.

Disgrace

The greatest tragedy
isn't just that a woman gets raped,
maimed or violated in some way
every single day.
The tragedy is
that look in her eyes,
that shadow she carries,
that even a woman untouched,
unblemished;
any young girl
lucky to be unscathed
when looking into her eyes-
will understand and
slowly begin to fear for herself.

This is our inheritance.

Break

If you thought that
the sound you heard,
was a glass in the kitchen
breaking,
please know that it wasn't-
that was my chest caving in.

Je Suis Perdue

I am a paper bag,
flying in the wind
picked up by a crow
to make her nest.

Can I be home and lost at the same time?

Us

The bowl is knocked over
the paint spills,
we flow onto the paper
leaving faint
water color stains