October | 2017 | Fawn Rising

My Friend

The eyes are cloudy Neck muscles ripple tension catch the light The voice struggles to enunciate Weary, worn, weak. A bird flutters outside the window Adorning a setting sun On a lavender-colored lake With songs of mating. Inside, the eyes sparkle, rivet, and descend to folded hands on a frozen lap that cannot quite grasp the […]

Undead Hope

My head is soaked Blood splatters across my chest Eyes cry out for nourishment And yet . . . Aching throbbing wincing Hungering dear eyes Half-eaten dreams Recalling what? A time A time when A time when it was embedded Curled scraping ensnared A fatigue of battle ~ with a hint of hope, undead. […]

My Heart Will Beat

My heart will beat with the calmness of a newly born soul Held tightly in the arms of the Great Spirit who sees inside those standing near her without fear without tremor without judgment spilling over. Instead I will breed new life within my depression-storing and anxiety-inducing responses and even the agony of stopping too […]

Muscles Murphey

Thin gangly arms, hair cut above her ears, she lives high in the trees overlooking the Florida seaside town. Her Cherokee mother places her into the ballet classes of a renowned Italian dance teacher ~ with the hope she will cease beating up little boys. Nine-year-old Muscles would go on to live and breathe classical […]