Christina

Oh,

Sweet sister, No!

You sparkled and you turned

And if memory it serves,

You were so funny!

We could laugh and it was over

Nothing.

That bastard darkness

Should have fled,

As easy as a bullet

Pulled from flesh.

If you, kind warrior

Couldn't fend the beast,

The Nothing,

What hope for those of us

You leave behind?

What hope have we?

Sweet sister?

No!

Driving Home

 Fragments in monochrome,
sparkles of darkness, highlights, 
each drop a frozen moment of madness - a 
windswept sparkle of space a cold belonging a 
beckoning of warmth and firelight inside each cabin of home in a droplet flung across the windshield
and wiped away

But not here,
not in this dashing noisy void;
In that place, that wild and thrashing storm,
that dizzying, blissful haven
As a drop of rain.

Save Us

Walk, you may.
Even ask us all on a special walk!
Sit on a feel-good council.
Tell us all that we should eat better and do yoga, 
And that we all are better off
With you on the council!
You even hung a paper on the wall
With a special phone number we can call
If we don't feel like we matter.
And then, as one at a time, we come to tell you that we need your help,
You say we are wrong. We don't know what real bullying feels like.
Maybe because we didn't feel it like you did?
Because nobody was ever bullied as hard as you were?
But you know what?
Your pain doesn't invalidate ours. Your bullying doesn't make ours not real.
And all the walks and posters and councils in the world won't save lives 
If the people we need to depend on
Don't believe us.

Hyde

 But, dare I miss thee, Demon?
Slither in and find me
Waiting, breathless,
torment
Aim, and fire!
Bereave me;
Leave! I need thee
Gone from me, tired
Wicked beastie, 
Mine, oh my own ether
Go.