Bluebeard’s Guest

One foot into the door, I saw the skeletons fall “Be my guest,” you said leading me to the bedroom Passing the locked doors of the castle Welcoming me in the warmth of your embrace Saying this can be our sanctuary, As I entered the room, I felt the cold Your fingers caressing my lower …

Rewriting Fantasy

Over and over you had me making revisions Until you were the protagonist of the story The hero, The Romeo, The Prince, And my king I have spent too many nights rewriting you As the savior, the white knight A story I didn’t know how to write sober Few glasses of wine, I turned you …

December Ruins and Newly Built Skies

You created a mural from the pieces of my wasted time Tracing back the history before the one they rewritten for me Revised their stories where I was the villain laying on her wreckage Thank you for growing flowers through the cracks on the concrete Allowing me to rebuild this sanctuary Sweeping the rubble from …