Page One

A cascade of tears

Flow down my face

My heart becomes

A cavern of empty dreams

There is no next chapter

Written from here

I must start over

Hone a new craft

That will become me

Hold my head high

And wear the crown

That carries hope


Bottled Up

One night after heavy drinking in a bar, she came home and told me everything she hated about me. On and on. Why were we even together? When she wasn’t looking I smashed a bottle into her head. She doesn’t hate anything about me anymore.