Phoenix Poem

Sometimes there’s no words to speak, No platitudes that will soothe the soul, Just the things that were happening, Were overlooked because you never said. That the monster can smile and coo and convince Everyone that you’re the one who’s wrong. Honied words and simple touches given As long as eyes were watching. Alone, The … Continue reading →

And Yet More….

Right, where to start?I suppose at the beginning of the bleeding, you see I don’t bleed like every other woman you see on the television, you know the ones who can go riding on bikes, those who can dance around with skimpy underwear…. Oh no, not me.I bleed like I’ve been gutted and the clots … Continue reading →