
I can pull, bend, or
fold this day. Contort the hours
in mighty ways. Yet
still I loathe it. I
want silence all around me,
too. Can’t share in haikus.
The name of the game is help and heart. Though this group was born from my healing from abuse, it is not only for abuse survivors. If you have ever felt down and out emotionally, spiritually, intellectually, financially, or in any way, we want this group to be your first resort. The Undefeated Group has become a close knit family. Even as our group membership increases, we honor the individuality and wonderful qualities of each member. The group is not about you or me; rather, it is about us.
I can pull, bend, or
fold this day. Contort the hours
in mighty ways. Yet
still I loathe it. I
want silence all around me,
too. Can’t share in haikus.
Strangers in my house
eat my food, cut my clothes, mess
with my meds. I know.
Mulder was right:
Trust NO ONE.
Pills, pills, pills, cuz I’m
green in the gills. Look out my
window sill at sun.
Ink blot on my sun
Have the last words say, “I’m done.”
You’re the smoking gun.
My eyes are itchy.
My legs are twitchy. My mouth
is bitchy. Sleep come.
My friend is leaving.
I wish her well, say goodbye.
May you find peace, joy.
100 extra
pounds of Susan on the wall.
100 extra
pounds of Susan. If
forty-four of those pounds should
happen to fall, she
Ate Too Much MOCOLATE!!!
No stones to mark them.
No lilies to view. It’s as
if nobody knew.
Let’s play a game. I’ll
slide it in. Yes, it’s a sin.
You don’t cry. I’ll lie.
Pointy ore intru-
der in my vein. Maverick
mask. Feel good. Sleep. Pain.