Secrets

That Thing,
in the closet,

has grown into
a real problem.

I can see It
squish through

silent spaces.
Darkness did not

smother - as was expected -
and all of that bullshit

only strengthen It.


~Sabrina

My Muse Is A Bag Of Lay's

One big handsome bag of Lay’s
looks at me. Entices me.
Even spoke to me. Wants
to spend the night with me.

I don’t know how to deny it -
except - once would never
be enough. If I open that bag,
I will want it all & nothing but.

I will want more. There will be
no sharing. My handsome Lays
will be mine & mine alone.
Rippled edges, perfect form,

pressed close, fragile -
waves of love.



~Sabrina

The Traveler

Lost, I stumble - unfamiliar ground
rises up; frozen, I fear, another
tomorrow- with out you.

No need to wonder how it
might end. It’s pretty obvious,
you grew roots into my soul.

Foreign objects. Lodged in deep.
Watered with tears & darkness,
refuse to disintegrate.

An end of any sort, would
never have suited me.
So many moons between us,

yet - it seems just yesterday,
I was in your arms,
lost in heaven, believing,

my journey complete.



~Sabrina