Dancing glow, flowers and blood. 

There is this one time of year, 

Lights glow across the town, 

The scent of grass. 

He wanted me to take a trip. 

I took a sip of the tea the pretty lady gave me, 

My body tingled and my back plunged into the ground. 

My arms created angels in the warm grass, 

Back and forth. 

“Take a trip with me.” he said. 

He hands me a bowl of soup,  

I could feel myself gnawing on the spoon. 

Flowers and blood, 

Breathe in breathe out. 

It’s just the culture. 

ITS A CELEBRATION! 

No need to worry when you’re covered in flowers and someone else’s blood. 

Telephone 

The words you spoke, 

Sent chills down my spine. 

 When a friend of mine whispered in my ear 

Like the game telephone we would always play. 

 Your hands were so soft and cupped around my ears, 

“Pass it along” You whispered. 

The laughing filled the room, 

These people felt like total strangers. 

Pine lined the air. 

Most silent wins the game. 

Just in time 

The final words, 

I 

Love 

You. 

Empty enough for treatment 

She came home. Said nothing. 

The only noise you could hear were screeches, 

Scratching the walls, ripping up the carpet. 

She came home every night, emptying her guts into the rusty tub. 

She was not the same woman she was before. 

Bile so bitter she hunched over again and again, 

Struggling to breathe. 

Her screaming grew louder.  

Every doctor she saw told her the same thing: 

“You need treatment.” 

She never went. 

This is part one of a series of poems.