…a place where the silence softens…
Welcome to the quiet. This is where the silence breaks…not with a scream, but with the soft, deliberate tremble of truth.
These poems explore and express love, loss, abuse, memory, and the human experience. Every poem here is a whisper that could not be spoken…until now.
…and ends with your first whisper.
Whispers that break the silence…
When Roots Rot
deceit drained our desire to flower
Balloon
A red speck fades where hands fell short
Mental Agony
my body stood naked and exposed
The Cold Chain
it gleamed silver in the muted air
Blood Burning
queens snorted and screamed
Sparkling Emerald Eyes
your arms, like carved oak, protected me
Heterovert
your slur—my ceaseless derogation
On This Day
the mob’s cheers and chants battered my ears
Blood Burning
sweet perfumes linger longer than warmth