May 13, 2019

Megan Febuary

I'm proud of myself

for not biting back

for refusing to use

words as swords

May 7, 2019

Megan Febuary

She roars

moves

emanates Life in spite of extinction

May 6, 2019

Megan Febuary

Power is the pleasure I was taught to warily
shrink away from.

April 29, 2019

Megan Febuary

I write for the woman who swallows the small blue pill
who smiles outwardly, yet inside wars a battle that no one can see ..

April 23, 2019

Megan Febuary

You will stand at attention and you will hear
With every decibel
A resonant echo
That casts out
Fear.

Guest User

November 24, 2020

where the grass grows

Guest User

November 24, 2020

Boxed photographs in an attic

Full of grass

Morals torn to rags

Mirrors hung against

rusted and broken walls

Guest User

November 12, 2020

Longing

Guest User

November 12, 2020

I want to light myself with the darkness of your soul

As I wander through the dreary poisoned veins

That fuse together in chaotic delight

And fill the gap in my chest where there once was a hole