The Wanting Kid, wants. To be like        dad. White             like dad. The Wanting Kid is    Korean and      white.  Different. A         half      and      a          half. The Wanting Kid        wants blue eyes         and      blonde hair. No room          for dark. Only             white. The Wanting Kid   …

Pushing up on the shore, He stares into the abyss. Distant in the night, Eclipsed by the rising moon, Reflecting on the sea– Dangerous waves, Powerful lightning Flashing and quaking Off in the distance. A weak breeze tussles his hair, But his brown eyes– Eyes of the earth and sky– They drink in the darkness,…

Why don’t you like me? It was a simple question. One that did not fall on deaf ears. The statue, a picture of perfection, Leaned down, its ears growing. Why don’t you like me? I repeated, holding back from crying. The ears shrunk and the statue said nothing. My tears fell, knowing I’d get nothing.…

my eyelashes succeed fluttering away my tears  navigating the downpour like a moth lost in fear. they strive to stay dry and sane and alive while there in the dark they both lose their light. but defenses find their tomb after a battle well fought and to the damp gloom they both will succumb. Viola…

Baby, I’m an apocalyptic dream! There’s nobody quite like me, I am the beginning of the end— a disaster caught in the palm of your hand! Destruction burns through my blood, can you taste it on your lips, love? I am the one prophecy you couldn’t predict, the haunted bones lying beneath your crypt! I…

Helen stands at her balcony, watching the Greek army slaughter the Trojans within their own streets. It didn’t scare her, when the gates opened and the invaders poured in. They weren’t invaders to her, after all. Behind her, Deiphobus’s body cooled, sprawled over their marriage bed, sheets stained red. People forget. They forget that she…

Set me free from this prison– one built of my flesh and bone! Skin aches to breathe, I deny it. The chest it burns, lungs they scream! Limbs are skinny, limbs are weak. Curves of a woman, no man! Parts missing, parts too many. I wish to cut! To be free! “It’s what’s in your…

I hear the whisper of a midnight raven, and a memory starts to unfold— a living nightmare awakens! Is it death, or a prophecy to behold? I listen to the ocean, and before the moon I cry, drowning in sickness and desire, is it better to live or to die? My organs suffocate in neon,…

The sky unfolds and I watch the rain fall, Cars pass me by idly through the storm, Despite the bite of the wind, my heart is warm– For this is the beauty of autumn, the beauty of fall. Dancing drops and the rumbling of clouds, Red, brown, and gold the leaves they turn, This chilling,…