White Swan

Another poem from my e-book, “Scattered Musings” Under clandestine moonlight, a white swan skates pristine in peppery mist upon a lavender pond. She is sturdy like gold melted from cast iron bludgeoned by rudhira fire, sans tainted guile. A riparian mirth, she has feathers that are partially clothed in reflection of velvet and trickle burnished…… Continue reading White Swan

Sexual Abuse

In My Bedroom

In my bedroom, memories are scars that mutilate and the emancipation of disfigurement’s friend cannot be. Love’s presence is neither corporal or sentiment and the innocent child discards me. Dirt’s dispenser envelopes me, suffocates, and oozes from every damaged cell. It contaminates “could have been?” marking me used goods for sale. I wish I were…… Continue reading In My Bedroom