Aphrodite’s Disaster


She burned the box devoted to him,

And scattered the ashes in his car.

Hiss —

Irises flared in heated rage,

As she hugged her knees in the backseat.


He broke the window to her bedroom,

And stumbled through on drunken legs.

Thud —

Trembling knees cracked on wooden boards,

As he dropped his head to the mattress.


She found their picture in the glovebox,

And clutched the print with bloodless knuckles.

Rip —

Smirk and smile mocked falling tears,

When she tore their faces to pieces.


He saw the frame upon the nightstand,

And seized it with a strangled laugh.

— Crash —

Glass shattered, denting white plaster,

When he threw their love across the room.






She clawed his skin as he crushed her heart,

And Aphrodite sobbed from her throne,

As her masterpiece fell to Hades.

– kh.

March 2017 | Placer County, California

XXIII. 2 Poor Kids


He picks her up in a Benz,

But my lover comes by himself and a dozen roses.

He probably stole them.

He’s got a smudge of mud on his eye

Here to make me break into a smile,

‘Cause he drives them mad.

Dollar signs all around us,

We sneak onto the city bus.

Too blinded by what we have

To notice your mean old laughs.

And we’re just two poor kids from a really rich city,

What a pity.

‘Cause we’ve got a love story unlike the rest,

No fancy suit and no fancy dress,

 Just us.

– “2 Poor Kids” by Ruth B.

XX. Feelings


She wrote down her feelings in a journal.

No descriptions.

Just the words.

She wrote down a name next to each feeling.

No explanations.

Just the names.

She stared at the paper for a while.

No tears.

Just silence.

Then she burned it.

– kh.

© Placer County, California | April 2016

XIX. All About You


You say that it’s alright,

And I know that it’s a lie

From the black in your eyes.

You don’t have to do this on your own,

Like there’s no one that cares about you.

You don’t have to act like you’re alone,

Like the walls are closing in around you.

You don’t have to pretend no one knows,

Like there’s no one that understands you.

I’m not just some face you used to know.

I know all about you.

And you should know that someone cares about you.

I know all about you.

– “All About You” by Birdy