silence by iso

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I’ve heard the rain fall, Over and over again. Fall into arms that viewed her treasure And arms that thought her toxin. But she falls still, Even when facing rejection. And I have heard her song of...

girl on fire by iso

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I remember seeing the bridges of my life burn, Being reduced to hot ash on cool waters. There, I found it easy to hate Fire As She was a cruel mistress. Who, took without giving, Consumed without...

stretch marks by iso

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I carry the memory of you like one does her stretch marks --Bearing them alone and in silence, Oft seeking to soothe them into nothingness, Or Caress them into non-existence. --This, how we deal with our womanly...