2 poems, part 1.

*Whispering Wood*

Do you still have that yellow
Dress
That one you wore once,
Only once.

In the taxi we sensed
Revolution.
Vodka futures & a shared coat...

Now the haunted decisions.
Action/inactions,
Action/inactions.
Hero:villain
Hero:
Villain…

Does that man
Who has been inside you
Still sings the blues?

Will you cry,
Wildly
Or shed a single tear,
As monsters wake
& the woods whisper
One word to you,

“Pain.”

Will you sing
The Blues.

“2000-2018”

i've been trying
to keep it together
for so long
but the lies
& bullshit fakery have
caught up
come to collect
things done to me
things done by me
litter the years with
venoms & bear traps
bare trap
accusations may
tear my past away
my unspoken truth
of 2018 abuse
my history untold
for fear of
rocking the boat
too much
so much so
the only option left
would be to drown.