As she walked up the stairs, keys in hand
because she knew what lies beyond the door.

Turning the keys.
a bead of sweat rolls down her face
into her bra.

Nervous, she opens the door knowing
that she will be naked,
pinned on the floor,
blooded by them.

Night after night,
She wonders if this is hell.
But the devil is not someone who you love.

Mother Earth

Feel wet with dew and dirt under my nails.
I am reminded of childhood
wanting to fit in but only
digging for treasure.

The Eden I create in my mind,
the roots to my family are seeded in my soul

I will never forgive Mother Earth
for washing away my castle with her tears.
But I will always cry for her when she is in pain.