My Hands.

April 17, 2022 LashandaLeave a comment

my hands,
from which i divine with.
to caress a glossy deck
and trust that they know when to pull a sword or a cup.
palms up in my lap during quiet morning musings,
to invite stillness and knowing into my days.

Hope is a Finite Resource.

February 26, 2022February 26, 2022 LashandaLeave a comment

Hope courses through my veins,
but one nick and it empties onto my skin.

Rediscovery

April 1, 2021April 1, 2021 Lashanda1 Comment

To step into myself

is uncharted territory.

To feel safe

is an unread part of the story.

Smoke and Mirrors

February 23, 2021February 23, 2021 LashandaLeave a comment

I would rather people just be enigmas to me. Just ideas, just figments of what I can conjure up in my mind; they stay better that way. They respond how I need them to. Their past doesn’t get in the way. It’s just smoke and mirrors. I prefer people that way.

On the Fragility of Life

January 21, 2021 Lashanda1 Comment

I heard the incessant tapping on my window. Not again, I groaned internally. I turned over onto my side and grabbed a pillow to squash over my head in hopes of drowning out the noise. Tap, tap, tap. It wasn’t letting up. I peeked at the clock sitting on my dresser a few feet away. 2:06am. Unbelievable, I thought to myself. Same time every night! Frustrated, I whipped my blankets off of me and aggressively drew my curtains. A large, indistinguishable black mass was hovering outside my window. It freaked me out the first time, but I’ve gotten used to it now. I banged on the window in an attempt to scare it off. It just slowly lapped in the air, like small waves. Well, fuck, I thought. I’m not getting rid of this thing. I turned over to sleep.