Poems from ForteFairy
I’ve seen too many women crucify themselves for the wrongs others have dealt them.
With a cross made of bed posts or dark...
Between Creation and Destruction
Lies creature, creed, cure, cry
Desire, despair, and danger.
But further-
There lies a gray area
In which...
A mind that works in essays
Ridden with typos
and words ommitted accidentally
But as time goes on
Revisions are made
Add a though here...
Slipping down chased with water
or coffee to dull the edge
of the tranformation;
Its mate follows suit
Working against each other:
one...
The screaming has ceasedAnd all that's left is silenceWhich in its own wayIs equally deafeningI take my final breathAnd look at the...