many chambered heart overflows with joy, ebbs with disappointment, rhythmically keeping time faithfully. sudden throb of love still eludes me, teasing with its flush, like a fox that scopes a hen house, only soon to scurry for fear of discovery. 9.3.17

mottled by scars my leg has suffered as a doctors’ pin cushion, poked and probed for medical curiosity. now my skin stings from the needles’ bite, piercing my flesh with a trail of color, enveloping the trauma in new growth, rewriting my history in a hopeful vein. 9.2.17

the troubled soul that bubbles over from loss and fear of more loss to come so claws are extended and hackles rise, ready for battle when in fact she longs for surrender. 9.1.17

precocious and coy, she hides behind the guise of innocence while flirting with danger as a ploy for attention that she now has required. 8.31.17

the flux of change redirecting one’s plans like the river diverting its flow without pausing to reconsider its shift. 8.30.17