matter of perspective

I’m not that interesting, she says, wrestling dingo dogs and alligators at the same time. I’m not that interesting, she says, but she says it like a challenge, and she says it like a taunt. Not that interesting, she says, and she says it like a lie. I am not that interesting, she says, says …

Hangman (15/30)

The noose cradles my neck, A lover pulling close, Taking my breath, Speeding my heart. Coarse rope morphs to calloused hands, Roughened from honest work. Stretched up on toes, I strain to bridge our heights. A stool rocks; I dance from foot to foot. We play, tying for the win. A push, I fall to …

a red moon low in the sky (14/30)

there is an animal living inside you, scratching at the walls of its cage; you should let it out now and now and again: tell it to go play sharpen its teeth sink its claws deep into a flesh not yours, into a flesh far from home; and when it’s had its fill of blood …

death takes a lover (13/30)

it does not do to covet that which would make me less. I was beget by gods. but you are broken exactly and no mere mortal can survive. no mere mortal can survive; this was an accident of fate, these fragile bones and too pale face. here heroes fated come to die; their light extinguished …

untitled vier (12/30)

it’s a kick in the teeth, but I figured it out: there’s no hand to hold and no holding out. ©HMS G

just lies (11/30)

Rotten, unwavering and cruel, you cannot pull away, ashamed to scattering blush and failing explanation. Your hand brushed not my cheek (our eyes agreed) grip tightening and falling back. Denial bleeds your fingers pale, depriving touch of life. Sit silent still with roaming eyes; your gaze seeks out not mine in hushed exchange. Rebuttal hangs …