Picking up a pen

Pouring inked soul to paper

Where do I begin?

Insomniac rest

Somnambulist unruhe

Corporeal nightly

My Time

custody warfare
life held with no exhaling
so few battles won

carefully chosen
choked words have many meanings
every email screams

ferocious insides
waiting for the chance to pounce
clawing at my gut

negotiations
veiled forcably in stone-faced
syncompated fears

there are no peace talks
he usurped territory
time to get mine back

gas bubbles stagnant
filling new spaces inside
I pray for silence

Post migraine distress
out of commission all day
the storm grows heavy

A to Z 2013

are all arachnids
annoying, and angrily
angling all alone?
 

she just assumed it
even when she wasn't told
it was all her fault