Today I'm ok.
Going through the motions, yeah-
but surviving it.

No closet this time
No going numb, blacking out...
I don't have to hide.

I used to wonder,
did my ex-husband rape me?
He saw it different.

I went back last night
Post-Traumatic-Stress my ass.
hmph; it was my ass.

It was anal rape
I'd only wanted to please
-it wasn't enough

Zombies can't catch you
When you're a "girl on the go"
They lurch far too slow

Struggling, panicked. I'm
Tossed through the storm with anchors
clasping to my legs

The red tide swiims in
Infection, infestation,
Paths lead from the beach

shells, sea-glass, metal...
footprints trailing blood are now
caking up with sand

Hot, stagnant tide-pools
sit in a coma all day
begging for the tide

With blistering sun
and syncopated rhythm,
waves claw at the sand

I've been drowned and left
scraping on the barnicle
with salt-water stare

I fight gracefully
and without alternative
-my war never ends

It's not time that heals,
it's God.  But He is too late
His schedule's different

Desertion will not come.
Life succombs to hell.  Nothing.
But I wear it well.

He takes advantage
Tears me from soul to crack
Then leaves me for dead

Soul shattering scream
her wrist's exhiliration!
Upward flowing blood

Tar black twilight clots
thick and asphyxiating,
piercing starry prayer

I am terrified
My brain is throbbing to tongue
This could be my death

Why stare at the floor
Searching for carpet granules
When you can vacuum?

O.O.OCD
Oooooo, Oooh! OCD CD
Shut up! Get it right!

Bicycle tires. Sand.
Broken pine-tree branches. Breaks.
Her neck was exposed.

How are you surprised?
Left out in the rain and cold,
A bicycle rusts.

A man and his dog;
may no one have to journey
without such a friend.