"Lend an ear"
"Listen close"
"Take this to heart "
"Pay attention"
"Hear me out"
"Things are good, I guess"
"I'm sorry"
"I don't want to cause you trouble"
"You go on without me"
"Oh, it's nothing really"
"..."
"..."
"..."

You shook your head in sadness at the sight of my scars,

not knowing that you had held the knife that caused them.

I think that in the winter
my stutter must get worse,
because lately,
I can't say anything right.

Creepy Dolls

In my room are three dolls.
One tall,
Two short.
The short ones
have soft blonde hair.
The tall one is fancy.
It rests with a smile
unlike the somber twins.
A long time ago,
they were put into storage
and never taken out,
until an old granny died
and they were set
on the dusty shelves of Goodwill,
overlooking the cracked and ***** dolls
just like them.
I picked them up because
I know how it feels
to not be wanted.
People call them creepy,
and haunted,
but I call them mine.
And now they have a home.

Our Angel

“We found her bones under the stairs,”
He said to me.
They were fresh,
dripping with ichor
and smelling of sunshine.
That day,
my heart was ripped out of me
and buried with the bones.
Because without those bones
breathing
and smiling
and telling me sweet lies,
I don’t know how to live.
“It’ll be okay,”
He continued.
Not knowing that I was the one,
I was the one who had to tell them,
“Our Angel is gone.”
And I know that once I tell them,
amidst their tears they will **** me too.

*****

Everything is so, so *****.
Everything is of mold,
or rust,
or flies,
or rot.
Gosh, am I ***** too?
I want to find something nice to wear,
something that will make a stranger think,
“I wonder who she is.”
Yet, all my sweaters have holes.
The black sandals I got on clearance
left stains on my socks.
How am I supposed to be loved?
How am I supposed to do well?
How am I supposed to live
if I am so *****?

Legends be told, and written in tomes of a creature which roams the residence of the family: Lee-
Through shrubs and trees, though silent and unseen, it seeks seeds-
Ones of fire. Ones of sweet.
The creature seen only when: upon them, it feeds, simultaneously.
Its form of a boar with a tongue of alchemy, ignites in a spectrum of brilliancy. Hovering eyes remain but for a moment and weep vehement tears; crystallizing with the essence of harvest.

If gloom descends; Capsicum appends:
Removing dooms in plumes of red lumens.
Biological conversion from stagnation to movement.
Shaman, brother, lover, friend.
Bold holistic resolute.
Unequivocally coalesced in this; a magnificent fruit.