There Are Spiders In My Eyes
Sometimes there are spiders in my eyes. I see the black shapes skittering across my vision, prompting me to turn, ready to leap away from the foul creature before it got too close. But they aren’t there, they aren’t scurrying across the grey fabric of my hand-made couch. They aren’t…
Nightmare
I was shot last night. Through the arm, in the chest, by an intruder I didn’t know. I screamed, my voice raw and terrified, trying to wake someone, anyone. My father, asleep a moment ago on the couch beside me, was gone. Perhaps if I scream louder he’ll hear me….
Time to Go to Bed
Time to Go to Bed by Lauren Hemphill (quick morning warm-up) It’s time to go to bed. I hear the words in my head, Echoing, spiraling, devouring my dread— Or devoured by it? Who can tell, The lines are blurred, the ringing bell Of the match’s end sings loudly as…
The Song of Sins
When mist rolls in from darkness, Remember the lashes that bled him, My darling of sweet and honey. Hei ya o yea a-hei o When my dashes bring me to Taolyn, I’ll bring the slashes to tea, And watch the slaves of honey. Hei ya o yea a-hei o Eivor…
Don’t Believe Women
I’ve never been sexually harassed. Perhaps there was a time when I was walking down the street from the library, and a car full of men whistled and hollered at me. Perhaps there was a time when a male friend messaged me. He told me in vivid detail how he’d…