Writhing
Screaming
Locked up
Inside
Our own
Home.

Caged
Slaughtered
Lifeless bodies
Are scattered about
Decaying
In public.

Dignity is lost
As humanity is
On both sides.
Shameless nudity.
Heartless laughter.
Vacant heads.
Boys, numbed.

Guns.
Gas.
Injections.
Poison.
Starvation.
Experiments.

Death is
Almost
A gift.

I Am From...

I am from the muddy field.
Filthy but lovely.
Squelches between your toes.

I am from the thunderstorm.
Intimidating but thrilling.
Flashes and rumbles shake the house.

I am from the blazing sun.
Scorching but energizing.
Warmth overflows within you.

I am from the crashing sea.
Terrifying but rejuvenation.
Power breaks into you.

I am from the falling snowflakes.
Bitter but perfect.
Each one adds to this white blanket.
I am from the desert sand.
Fiery but beautiful.
Rolling dunes mile after mile.

I am from the tornado.
Electrifying but admirable.
Mighty winds forceful.

I am from the clouds.
Threatening but soft.
A spot to sleep upon.

I am from the Earth.
Intense but my home.
Commanding
All of who I am.

A Picture of You

I catch you laughing
I remember you spinning
I see you
Palms up
Head towards the sky.

I picture your joy
I recall your smile lines
I hear you
Giggling
The wind blows your hair.

I find your scent
I reminisce about it
I breathe you
Sweet daffodils
Surround me.

I freeze you
In a moment of time
Because with you
That’s all I have left
And it’ll always be mine.

I Was Born...

I was born of your wails
Your piercing shrieks
Your cries.

I was born of your
Vulnerability
Calling for help.

I was born of the rain
Pounding that day
Like tears rushing down
Your beautiful face.

I was born of the lies
He fed to you
To get you to follow.

I was born of the squeal
OF the truck’s rubber wheels
Stealing you far, far away.

I was born of the thud
Of my anxiety-ridden heart
Pushing me to get in the car.

I was born of the glint
Of that stone, cold knife
It was ready and willing
To take your life.

I was born of the slugs
He threw out at you
Knocking you to the ground.

I was born of the cackle
He let out
When you pleaded.

I was born of the panic
Written inside your eyes
You struggled to escape
You struggled to survive.

I was born of the realization
That he would kill you
Unless I figured out something to do.

I was born of his ignorance
He never looked around
That’s all that I needed.

I was born of your wails
Your piercing shrieks
Your cries.
And the day I was born
Was also the day that I died.