Catch a Glimpse

the syllables hum through the drums

as the tapping becomes steady

pulsing through her flesh as her wrist

gyrates to the beat

eyelashes sweep her rosy cheeks

shoulders relax into her spine

and her neck begins to sway

back and forth

the intricate mask is cracking

away from the world

where no one can see the rawness

underneath

but me

the light goes out

leaving me alone in the room

with an occasional tap of her pen

to let me know

she’s okay

across the room the droplet

catches itself in the

poor lighting

glistening down her seemingly

perfect face

and then the syllables

waft in softly

and suddenly

neither of us is

alone

Autumn Rain

darkness rolled across the ground
presenting a haze to those
still out

the cracking of twigs
muffled by snow
was enough to know
you weren't alone

a puff of smoke escaped
as the grasp got tighter
and the darkness rolled past
revealing a mask

the music rang still
erupting shivers down my spine
slamming and stomping
reverberated in the background

the fingers were still wrapped tightly
not letting me go
afraid I'd run
or escape lightly

my mind had left –
me in a daze
and my feet moved deftly
beneath the haze

In The Raw

I go through life ignoring myself, until I witness someone in need of help, much like myself. I can't imagine anyone else surviving what I've been through, but they have – and they do. I'm broken ... imperfect ... asymmetric inside and out. You can't tell by looking at me, yet sometimes I wish you could.
I don't have it that easy. I fight to live, and I often have to remind myself to fight, but I do, because my dream is to make a difference.
But in all honesty, what can a diseased girl be worth in society besides a lot of money to the pharmacies?
I'm worthless, but I'm still alive. And as long as I am, I'm going to make it known.