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 …

You’re the definition of false hope

“Emily Dickinson” They are screaming for me not to give up Yet don’t you think two years is enough? It’s tiring and wasteful To lose my mind over appropriate metaphors They tell me to always have hope Because it’s the thing with feathers But let me give my rebuttal Emily Dickinson is not here to …