Granite faces—bones of the earth,
Eyes empty, hollow as caves,
Whispering a past that erased her name.
Anger jagged, slicing through her chest,
Like a blade cutting through thorns,
She stays—rooted, unbroken.
Skin stretched tight, a drumskin pulled thin,
Red bandanna masking raven-black hair,
Toes scraped by the road’s jagged kiss.
130 pounds of defiance,
Eyes—dark as the creek’s hidden depths.
Her past lodged like a splinter under skin,
Silent, a growl trapped in worn leather.
Her face, a map of fire’s scorch,
Carved with a strength that won’t bow,
She steps—heavy with unspoken weight.
Badlands stretch, jagged as shattered glass,
Earth’s crust torn open, raw.
Stone bleeds, worn thin by time,
Air smashes against it,
Biting at the jagged teeth of the cliffs.
Rocks split—Paleolithic stories spilled out,
She is just another crack in the skin.
Categories:
drumskin, angel, april,
Form: Free verse
Whenever
ill
health
comes
It
feels
as
if
death
Is
on
its
way.
Body
Hot.
Headache
Splitting
Like
a
crazy
drummer
On
a
tight
drumskin.
Stomach
Churning.
General
feeling
Of
restlessness
Takes
over
The
once
busy
body.
The
once
energetic
hands
Become
limp.
Objects
Hard
to
hold
Difficult
to
lift
All
cos
I
am
sick!
Toilet
Keeps
calling.
I
have
to
answer.
My
shape
Becomes
altered
My
neck
Long
it
becomes
Like
that
of
A
giraffe.
All
cos
I
am
sick!
Prayers
I
Offer
That
fast
That
quick
That
soonest
Should
I
return
To
good
health
And
that
All
sick
bodies
Become
healed
fast.
Medicines
Drugs
Antidotes
Cures
I
run
to
And
guzzle
And
consume
With
prayer
and
faith
Cos
I
am
SICK!!!
Categories:
drumskin, health
Form: ABC