Baby Michelle was Melodramatic

It’s Poetry Tuesday! We are going to go back through all my old notebooks and look at the god-awful poetry I wrote when I was an angsty teen and then you will get present day Michelle’s re-interpretation/headdesk horror-filled embarrassment. Darkness Darkness, It’s pressing in Suffocating Devastating It surrounds me as I fall Down Down to…

Haunted

He shook himself awake into the oppressive darkness. She remained undisturbed beside him, huddled under the comforter with the rounded curve of her back to him. He sat up. Fuck, he said. Fuck. He shook himself from terror to terror, rescued from the horror of what might be to the lugubrious world of what was….