Rejection’s Hand

She turns with an open wrist to the faucet's hot stream,and the harder she triesto heat her bloodthe further she slips away.She fears these nightswithout any affectionconfirm she's been turned down. The longer she lingersher fears play in her mind.In this dreamed perfectionshe's afraid to close her eyes.Everything was triggered perceived by rejectionshe hated denial's words.She swore … Continue reading Rejection’s Hand

The Queen’s Command

Gentle imagessit and stain virgin pages.Pretty are the words,hands are clasped behind the back.Submission wrapped around a pencilhe was the Queen's poet.Keeping eyes from eyes this time,while in a praying position, he begs for her control.Her swift decisions are always final.The days keep rolling,just as her popularity growsshe's all too distant.He, in charge of her wordsbeautiful … Continue reading The Queen’s Command