Liz Zarb trying to navigate life
I always thought I had a sweet face Hidden behind baby fat and Hair grown long. Naive and inexperienced, But content, Until I got sick. Seventeen-years-old With a bacteria-ridden body, Barely holding down food, Feeling my insides turn ugly and broken As my intestines failed me. I laid useless for three months Chopped my hair … Continue reading The Year I Turned Pretty
I am sick of being a fantasy Sickly sweet nice guys, Dripping with vinegar disguised as honey. Take my kindness and Turn it into a knife And say since they don't strike I should sleep with them. I am not your life saver I cannot save you Or cure the angst That's just your body's … Continue reading I Owe You Nothing
I would have followed you to the ends of the earth But I can't anymore. And I would have fought every battle right by your side But I can't anymore. I cannot be your ally, Nor can I be by your side at all times. But I will not be your enemy Nor will I … Continue reading The Call for a Ceasefire
For once bitterness does not sting my tongue, Does not cloud my mind. Instead there's sickly sweet honey Spread on toast, spread on soul Its sweetness reminding me that there is good And bitterness should be reserved For warm cups of coffee And not spirits.
The moon shines brightly Protecting everyone with her warm glow. She looks towards Artemis for guidance. The goddess stands gracefully, A circlet of stars crowns her Silvery silk drapers around her A bow in her hands. She sees a young girl Standing in the dark. "Luna," she says to the moon Her voice smooth Velvet … Continue reading A Circlet of Stars
