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Freely throw me overboard – even with zest, with oomph, with a determination boarding on aggression. Then go about your business as though your vessel were secure.

I’m destined to be the one who never falls,
who seeks forgiveness through all their faults,
that loses control through the best of the days
in the mind of the father in the eyes of the priest
and I’m stuck holding on to the one that I love
because I can’t let her go,
even through I’ve betrayed every inch of her body
my scars are healing, but I’ keep making more

Teeming, sluggish, filled with the stenching, heady breath of life, with nowhere to go but up.

Blasted to the past from the burning joint on the table,
forgetting what was to forget what’s now.
Losing my mind through the blaze, growing unstable,
throw more wood on the fire. Melting down
from a someone to a snake skin. I’m not able
to express myself through pencil and pen.

He leaned down and pressed his hand into the soil. It was hard and very, very cold. Tremors ran through his weak body; he knew he could go no farther. Laying flat beneath a cold, yellow-grey sky, he let his eyes close at last. A harsh winter wind blew across the empty tundra and over his still form.

He knows that she know and they both keep wondering why the other doesn’t do anything about it, the elephant in the room. “Their relationship is deteriorating, a friend observes, and apparently they want to stand there and watch it wither.” But the truth is that they are paralyzed by fear.

The cool glass of eggnog did little to sate her thirst, but it was creamy and comforting. And it was delicious. The holidays just weren’t the same if there wasn’t a steady supply of the stuff.

We both know the truth. That’s the sad thing. The truth will never set us free. It will just hold us in the chains it’s linked together and padlocked to the cellar floor. I can apologize through what you perceive as lies and paint the truth, but you wouldn’t listen anyway.