A Dream Of Mary
I dreamt of St. Mary’s Academy again. The hallways twist inside my mind like a virus.
The Normalcy Of Veins
Many years ago, a trauma of flesh fell upon the lineage. Never once did it get cleaned. Never once did someone wash it. A wrap tied the wound, but it festered beneath that molding cloth.
Crown
The jewels you crown me with have always formed mouths. There is no time in my memory when they did not. They spew out the words you taught them, so as they sit upon my head, they repeat your voice in my skull. They remind me why they are there….
The Graduation Of 2012
I graduated RCS in 2012, the jokingly “apocalyptic” class, as 2012 was supposed to be when the world ended.
The Thief
When I was a child, there was a thief. I do not know how old I was. I do not know where I was. But he came into my room, steps light upon the rug, and stole from me my heart. Stole from me my soul. He stitched rocks in…