(spring storm)

Thunder, my top hat.
Lightning pinstripes slick-sheened limbs.
I am dressed with rain.

(she has seen men die)

She has seen men die.
He turned to light. Then I knew. 
We are of the same.

(lest ye be judged)

Do not judge that man,
Who falls deep asleep in church.
Perhaps he dreams God.

(Inanimate Metaphor Series 1)

I'm a laundry bag.
You fill me. Spin, make me wet.
Cycle back to dry.

(the night before they put me to sleep)

Please. I am so scared.
Small alone in this wide bed.
Hoping to wake up.

([bi]polarity)

Boy you toy with me.
Douse me in warm-cold water.
Watch me gasp, dripping.

(unintentional vehicular homicide)

All this was darkness.
Soundtrack of mutilation.
Bodies by Blood Rd.

(first roots, then)

Looking down, walking.
Saw roots, beginnings of trees.
Saw, and raised her head.