writing – Page 2 – I Wrote This Instead of Screaming

October 3, 2025

Roses for the Grave

Flowers on the floor, sequins in the stream. They sell the drowning girl as everybody’s dream.The velvet curtains draw, tragedy rehearsed. Pretty when she’s silent, perfect when it hurts. Turn the tragedy to treasure.Make my breakdown glitter gold.Clap for beauty in the wreckage. Watch me shatter, strike a pose. Curtains fall in velvet, cameras catch

Only Free if You Agree

They etched it deep in marble,polished the lie with pride.But freedom’s just a fairytalewhen truth gets crucified.They said the tongue is sovereign,but only if you kneel.They said speak your mind,then taught us how to sealour throats with fear,our mouths with thread—say it wrong,and end up dead.They call it liberty—while torching what we write.Call it harmless—as

Vultures

They lit candlesfor a man who played with matches. Called him a martyr for a fire he stoked. Grieved him like a prophet -as if his tonguewas not slick with gasoline. And the others laughed, relieved karma had chosen right. Cheeredlike blood was a punchline. Danced on his gravewith the same dead eyeshe once usedto