The demon in my chest

Your ghost keeps good company

in the mouth of late December,

with or without it’s clamping,

snapping teeth.

Icicles freeze to his

umbrella eyelashes.

Chew the pieces of me

Break me down and

Set fire to everything I know.

Every thing that

I was and am today.

A simple blackness

A simple life, tortured.

It thrives and smiles upon

the rotting of you and me,

On the calm it creates craze.

Your ghost keeps good company

lets me know that I will never suffer alone.


a letter to myself, whoever that is.

dear me,

where ever you

are where ever you

end up its okay

to be angry scream

yell until your vocal

cords begin to burst

from the pressure when

you are curled up into a ball

of blankets allow yourself

to cry to let sadness

melt down your cold


dear me,


let go

forget their wishes

their desires

for what

who they want

you to be.

write until your fingers

cramp up and

write more. hold onto

what drives you

to the place you’d never

though you would go.

dear me


walk away

from the hurt that you’ve

been walking beside

for years.


smile for the

years that your lips were

nothing but i straight uneasy

line on your face.

dear me, live.

there is more to life than just

existing in your skin.


don’t forget to


hunger pains

eyes missing –

blind to what

has hidden beneath

the surface of

flesh and bone

of a rumbling stomach

to the sound of a

ticking clock.

could not digest

what has been

thrown overboard

for days, weeks,

months and years.

by the minute

the hunt of

perfection lives inside of

my icebox heart

frozen and still


inside a stomach of fears

and faults,


this pack of brown

glaring eyes is a graveyard

i visit every day

the bedding of night

keeps my arms covered

keeps my legs in ease.

the troubled sickness

punches me

with a fist so

strong and eager.