With a sterile needle and thread, I sew up the wounds that once filled me with dread With a freshly damp cloth, I clear away the red Dissolving all the reasons for which I once openly bled I carefully pluck out the staples that formally held together my heart Lightly brush off the decay and polish this organic part The scar steadily beats in tandem with the muscle blending into a work of art It’s time for a fresh start I...

“Step right up! Step right up! Toss a copper in my cup! Clap with adoring affection, For the maiden of recollection!” Pushing aside the velvet curtain Greeted by gazes, bewildered and uncertain Scattered applause simmers down As I take center stage in my crimson gown A purposely prolonged pause to build up tension Gartering this amiable audience’s attention My arms weave and flourish in the air Suddenly, they swiftly stif...

It’s been two moons since I’ve heard your voice Not even your laughs could mask your choice Strained and hollow in your muted tone A far cry from the person I’ve known A wit once as sharp as a freshly forged blade, Has since drastically dulled and decayed A voice once light, bright and animated, Has since become inanimate and deflated It’s been a fortnight since I gazed upon your mouldered visage Not even the hood you wor...