Watered down sunlight sneaks inside,
Past the dirty, aged glass of the windows…
“Your Dad Took His Own Life This Morning”
“Your dad took his own life this morning”
Words I never thought I would hear coming out of my mom’s mouth …
the american shredder
“Guns don’t kill people”
What do you call the bullets
Shredding through fluid flesh…
Too Many
I open my phone again And it glares back at me
“School Shooting, Six Dead” Three kids
Three teachers…
A Moment Aflutter
One day— one day perhaps,
You will read these thoughts
I’m pouring life into this ink…
The Color of Wine
My walls are stained with the skittish color of burgundy.
A shade that reminds me of my mother…