Wife

What are our tears for?

If not to cleanse our souls

tiny, wet reminders of the human condition

a brief memory of the world we live in

Tonight my sorrow pours out

my eyes flooded with despair,

I want to just scream and shout

“you’re always taking more than your fair share!”

They say there’s more sand in the ocean

than raindrops falling in a storm

my tears are the visual to my hearts’ broken,

proof that the love we had is now torn

That pint of ice cream from the freezer

eaten whole, the perfect cure

to this horrible chapter in my life

why couldn’t you just say it earlier?

You never saw me as your wife.

PTSD

Flashbacks of my dreams

come back to me, and it seems

like a fantasy. It brings-

up all kinds of crazy things.

I’m not sure what it all means.

Inside of me something screams!

On the outside I wear different masks, like

everyday is Halloween.

Drift off into space

Seen things I can’t erase.

Been in wrong time, wrong place.

Remember everything but their face.

Hallowed out sockets in place of eyes,

White-dust covered nostrils, clogged up insides.

Soulless monsters laughing at the surprise.

But I didn’t ask for it, and they didn’t stop when I cried.

Short circuit this circus-

I wasn’t being flirtatious!

Your accusations are outrageous

Your toxicity contagious.

Nostalgia

The smell, the feel, the warmth, the chill

Fall has a nostalgia to it.

Can’t quite put my finger on it.

Give’s me the warm fuzzies,

shiver’s down my spine, need my glovey’s.

Summer’s over, givin’ the cold shoulder.

crunches under in bunches.

Cold weather creeps through,

sweater weather,

night-time fog, morning dew.

Lace and leather.

Homecoming dances, budding romances,

school’s underway, almost holidaze.

Fire’s clear ablaze, star-lit skies, Harvest moon aglow

beginning of fresh-flaked

Snow! Snow! Snow!

Costumed frights

terrify and giggle All Hallow’s Night.

Each year as we grow,

an unexpected spectacle,

of our Futures show.