Drip, Part 1

Wild honey,
Drip, down her candid heart,
Fainting; the sight of blood,
Paranoia, gapping like a fleshy wound,
A maiden of distrust,
In a dangerous peril of insanity,
Exposed to the heat of the sun,
Sanctuary within a dappled disparity,
Alice, disclosed,
Her inner self,
Bleeding closed, on the outside,

Her battle just begun.


Each day the tide arrives Ripples and rolls Wraps around my throat Sucks the air from my lungs The silence of the water Washes over my chaotic mind In stillness I am left Blind. It is merely a ripple in … Continue reading