I lift the flute of champagne To say a toast To my two favorite people -Kel Dayheart
Battered
She wanted someone To dance with But all she got Were two bruised feet -Kel Dayheart
Control
I feel your hands Around my neck Like a choke collar -Kel Dayheart
Shrinking Violet
Feeling small as hell Even as I try To stand tall -Kel Dayheart
The Storm in his Eyes
I put the shutters down In my mind And hope to weather The storm I see you brewing -Kel Dayheart
Politician’s Wife
She was done up in pastel Then buffed and polished Until all the creases gave way And she was only A shallow reflection Of her true self -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #164
Drained of you
Tone Death Melody
I wish I could sing you a lullaby So you could close your tired eyes And rest for once -Kel Dayheart
Voice Inside
Try to put away That part of you The one who tells you You don't deserve this -Kel Dayheart
Wrung-out Women
Women all the same Want a ring But some unfortunate ones Find themselves wrung instead -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 