BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.4, NAPOWRIMO

04/04/201826/03/2018 / deuxiemepeau / 1 Comment

I thought I would learn something more fortuitous

than just fear

in those hollow halls

I learned to hate,

but books were not bats

when boys became bullies.

Fragility can grow like strength

but the wonder we weigh

on the fragile flower

only overshadows

the tears that stem

beneath to petals.

All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly

BEAT

29/10/201722/01/2018 / deuxiemepeau / 1 Comment

We are all of us bats

beating against the darkness
happy
to be closer to the heavens

than the dungeons
hardly hanging on

to tissue taunt
beaten down

but not broken.
We are bats

beating on
with a hope held out

for that white night.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

RED RIBBON

27/12/201523/12/2015 / deuxiemepeau / 1 Comment

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You opened me
You held my heart
in your own bare hands
beating
I bared all for you
I lay naked for you
I shed my layers
revealing,
I have become undone
loosened, lessened,
I have been unravelled
like ribbon
unrolling,
red knotted ribbon,
like red rotting blood
on the stone cold floor
of a battered heart
barely beating
revealing the emptiness
of our essence.