She is searching
for a reason
to believe…
Unlovable
He said she
was far from unlovable
and she believed
For a moment
she tasted what love
must feel like
Her heart
opening to possibilities
never before seen
Imagine her
dejection when his lie
was unveiled
JJ’s Chez Dorado
-photo by Irina Kuzmina
Demons smile behind tiny, white teeth…
She’s Gone
Her body lies
still and prone on the
chipped yellow kitchen counter
A worn, blue washcloth
covers the wide mouth of an empty
Karo Syrup bottle where her head rests
Her grandmother’s
hands massage green Prell
over her head and neck in lazy circles
Warm soapy
water flows into the sink
creating mini tornadoes twirling down the drain
She startles awake,
confused in the darkness of the present,
caught in a moment of rare childhood memories
Night Falls
Hope
He is a light
in her world of dark and shadows
A presence
of assurance and faith giving
Her hope
that change is coming
She is comfortable
in the skin of any other
than her own…
Flying
-photo by Irina Kuzmina
Rage
Her rage, she feels
welling within the confines
of her mortal shell.
The child inside
throwing tantrums, demanding
her voice finally be heard.
Striking invisible
prison walls with bloody fists
seeking freedom to speak.
Her presence, before you
contained and calm, showing no
signs of such desperation.
