It’s Overwhelming 

Writing

It’s overwhelming

How a piece of your skin

Can set mine on fire

Molten gold

Into ashes 

Or stone cold

Like the arctic 

Just by the sheer force 

Of your emotion 

It overwhelming 

How I can feel your concern 

Radiating off of your skin 

I’m waves of heat

And sprinkles of tingles 

When you touch 

The back of my neck 

It’s overwhelming 

When you touch my pinky 

But I can feel your affection

As if you’ve ravaged my entire body 

Enveloping it

In the safe haven 

That is your love 

It’s overwhelming 

How I feel a current pass through 

The entirety of my being 

By the touch of your head

On my shoulder 

With a smile on your face 

But tears flooding your soul

It’s overwhelming 

These emotions that are not mine

That I cannot fathom 

But can somehow feel

Through the slightest touch 

The softest lean

And a whisper of a hug

It’s overwhelming 

Wondering why it is that I feel

What I have not created 

But still touches me

In every way 

Through the people that surround me

Through them

Through you

It’s overwhelming 

Thinking that I might have the ability 

To discern what my loved ones feel

By touching their forehead

Feeling the thunder that resides within them

Even when they smile 

Laugh 

And frolic away 

To the naked eye 

Of those who cannot 

It’s overwhelming 

This 

Whatever this is

Whatever I am trying to figure out

Why I can feel this much 

So much 

Of which isn’t mine 

By just a feather of a touch

From those 

That are my world 

That define my very existence 

That mend my very soul

It’s overwhelming 

It’s you

It’s me

It’s the universe 

That flows through us

When you hold my hand 

And we mix

In the most scary 

Beautiful way

It’s overwhelming 

It’s overwhelming 

It’s overwhelming 

Little red riding hood.

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Little Red Riding Hood

She quivered and shook
hugging her fragile body
Scars.
Will they ever go away?
The dogs howled
The clock struck midnight
More than she ever thought,
That night had taken away
Trembling she stood
Her white dress red
More than her heels
Broken beyond repair
As she stumbled through
The silent streets
Her head thought back
To the man in the hood
The reason for her despair
Groping and grunting
Tearing and glaring
Muffling and shuffling
His ears pinned back
His eyes narrowing
That night,
The wolf had gone hunting.
And hunted he had
Watching stealthily from afar
The darkness his cloak
Her womanhood the light
And in that alleyway
He destroyed it
That very night
She cried and weeped
And sobbed and screamed
Scars
Would they ever go away?
Mental and physical
Moral and spiritual
She lost
more than her innocence
That day.
She locked herself
Her body and mind
Interaction was futile
Food forgotten
Happiness a distant memory
Yes, sleep was kind.
But she barely slept
Her mind on guard
Terror seizing her very heart
Her red hair splayed out
Like a dirty cape
‘Stop’ she screamed
Her memories fresh
Her soul dead
Before she thought of
The greatest escape
They say writers bleed ink
And that night she did
Her ink being red
Her writing beautiful,
Happy
The sorrows temporarily dead.
And that night
She was finally free
Her sorrows pouring out of her
A smile on her face,
The night a distant memory
Scars
They were fading away
but not for long
There were more to come
When her loved ones found her
The next day
They cried and weeped
As the girl had that night
Quivering and shaking
Holding her cold body tight
Amidst the sorrow and madness
They found the scarlet letter
Where she described that night
His eyes and face
And why heaven would do her better
Wrath replaced sorrow
The spirit of vengeance
Soaring
They handed their precious
To the scalpled men
They would know who did this
By the morrow
The day arrived
Evidence bought
Struggles prevailed
Time passed
Justice delivered
The big bad wolf caught
And She smiled looking down
From her place in heaven
Scars
Finally faded away
For she knew
That
The big bad wolf
May have been just one
But
Many little wolves
Had also died
That day.

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