From Where She Stands
Helena Toto
Tag: Poetry
Mom
Lily sits alone, fighting shadows under the shade of the pine tree. She wore a tweed skirt today, looking sexy, but her mom called her a slut and pushed her down the staircase. What a dangerous game she’s playing; if she’s not…
Burying You
And yet I stand here, Trapped Surrounded on all Four Sides With reminders of you Staring me down Telling me it’s Time to let go Photo Credit: Ellieboat via Compfight cc
Enough
I stand here in the rain watching you run so you don’t get your hair wet. Such a difference between us. All the time- making it seem like there is no reason for what I do. But I love it. All the droplets falling…
Medicine
The dizziness overwhelms And she finds it hard to take a step Not ready to let go of the banister to Stand on her own two feet The nausea comes next In waves Sort of like pregnancy But there’s nothing to…
The Ones We Leave Behind
Just whispers in the night After they’ve helped us Bury the body. Dirty hands so raw, Cracked and bleeding Heavy breathing, Once it’s complete Collapse in the snow And stare up at the Howling moon. I left you there, Your image fading into the…
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