This is a poem I recently wrote about beating my addiction to self injury. That was a while ago, but it felt time to share some thoughts about it.

This is not like me
what have you done to me.

Lined and wrinkled…

A woman missing the intimacy in her life.

Still Empty.

The well in which if a coin is droped with wispered wish it comes true…

Sometimes it is difficult for a Vampire to behave. When the need to feed arises at work, the challenge of containing the inner beast proves most difficult indeed.

When anger has no release the mind is a dangerous playground…

A poem on my craving for meat.

In life everyone wants answers they can understand to things. We may never know the answers to everything we want to know until after we are dead.