shadow

Even my own shadow left me at my darkest time © 2016, Quiyet Brul

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stalk

It does not live in me; it is the color that never left me and the color I see when I close my eyes. © 2016, Quiyet Brul

into the light

They clamorously shout, “Do not go into the light!” But I am foolishly attracted the way Moths make love to Fire © 2016, Quiyet Brul

oo1

I fought civil wars in bed © 2016, Quiyet Brul

1.3

you throw away knives, pencil sharpeners, and forks; all gone but fingernails too jagged, too weak to dig beneath the skin you continue to chew to get further in, careless about the dirt living under it's better this way you tell yourself and you accept the lie until you see your reflection wearing another's skin so strange, …

A Set of Eyes

Momma, I'm not pretty enough. I will one day be left behind Unwanted. Momma, I’ll never be able to express myself. I’m a balloon that loses its air unnoticeably. Emotionless. Formless. Lifeless. Momma, I am scared that all I will feel is devastation, brought on by the hurricane of emotions to which there is no …

firefly

I light up for others’ naive entertainment–– a firework that screams to the moon, dancing, erratically glinting while my last sparks fall back to earth © 2016, Quiyet Brul