Solitaire

For a girl afraid of her own shadow,

She sure acts tough.

She clenches her fists, acts bravado,

But is that really enough?

Dry Spell

A month without lips.

Two months counting, no hips.

Toes on the line, biding my time

When I find what I want, I'll make it mine.

Bleary

At first the drugs were to take away the pain

That fuzzy sensation of peace, like a blanket, enveloping.

But the pain kept coming back, tenfold,

Until, gradually, it was the pain and the loss, that enveloped.

Capsule

I'm almost out of sleeping pills.

How will I sleep against my wills? 

The sun it sets and the night is dark

But I cannot rest my mind or heart.

I don't know how I'll sleep next week:

I'm out of pills to make me sleep.

Fissure

Now when I stop trying, the flesh seems to melt;

Too small for my skirts, too small for my belt.

I've never felt heavier then I do today,

I never wanted us to end this way.