The Color of a Lie 

She never ceases to blow my fucking mind. Stephanie Bennett-Henry in all of her spectacular glory.

Stephanie Bennett-Henry

The blood is thick here

circling around cold hearts

constantly trying to take my hand,

but never to hold it.

All eyes on me, looking like home,

I stare into them, memorize them,

until I recognize the color

of a lie folded over, disguised

like a mask that looks familiar;

I have been here before.

I don’t want to be anymore.

I see my spine in your eyes

turned weak, I see my heart

in your mouth as you chew it up;

well spit it out… I want it back.

I’m not taking your hand

so you can pull me to the place

you think I should go.

I know where my dreams are,

I remember the way.

I have emptied your eyes,

taken back what’s mine.

Don’t follow me.

I will follow my heart

for the first time in so long.

You can taste your own words,

feel the…

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Scar Crossing

I am who I am and I make no apologies. My soul has always been from another place, where hearts are seen and scars are shared. There's another world somewhere waiting for me. I hear it calling in my dreams; it's calling me home. I run towards the voices, the hearts, the scars, until I'm … Continue reading Scar Crossing

My Crumbling – Stephanie Bennett-Henry

Stephanie Bennett-Henry

I have no reason to stretch the truth until I bend into a lie that says, I have stood my ground, I am not breaking, I am as whole as I’ve ever been. No. That’s not the truth, and as much as it hurts, this truth of mine, as much as it sticks a knife in the gut of all I have ever been, and twists its broken blade inside of me to show me my reflection in the pieces of that shattered mirror where I once looked and smiled, I have crumbled. I have finally crumbled. But I’m not looking away from the pieces that promise to be whole again, I look straight into the mirror that once was like a dare to bring on seven years of bad luck. I’m not afraid anymore because at this point, I’ve seen the darkest room, stood in the loneliest corner, held…

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Breaking Beautiful

Show me what it looks like, the beautiful part of the breaking. Describe it to me in a way that lets me feel it down deep where madness decays in my bones. I need to know there's beauty somewhere in all of these pieces so I can believe in something again and know this isn't … Continue reading Breaking Beautiful

Thank you, Sir, Can I Have Another? – Stephanie Bennett-Henry

Thank you, Sir, can I have another? I wasn't quite clear the first dozen times you called me a bitch, a whiny female, worthless. Tell me again how I'm dramatic, overreacting, just in the way. Tell me how I'm ruining everything for you just by talking. Somehow my voice got a firm grip on your … Continue reading Thank you, Sir, Can I Have Another? – Stephanie Bennett-Henry

More Than A Crack – Stephanie Bennett-Henry

  Ask me who I am unless you think you already know but if you think you know, don't ask me anything at all. Because if you have the mind that sums someone up based on all the ways they are not like you, I don't want to know you. So, ask me who I … Continue reading More Than A Crack – Stephanie Bennett-Henry

The Blooming – Stephanie Bennett-Henry

The Blooming   Call it whatever makes you feel good for turning away from the mess that I finally grew into. I own it. Took me this long to finally fit into the misunderstanding of my own eyes and the way my heart beats much deeper than the surface of a view that can change … Continue reading The Blooming – Stephanie Bennett-Henry

Only The Stars Had A Straight Face – Stephanie Bennett-Henry

Sometimes it's funny when someone is drunk, we all laugh like it's not the alcohol, and we are still laughing the next day at that silly, funny, clown, as we sweep the mess that never even made us chuckle. No. It made us cry. But today, everything will be better, because laughing it off made … Continue reading Only The Stars Had A Straight Face – Stephanie Bennett-Henry

Broken Hammer – Stephanie Bennett-Henry

  My tongue bears the weight of taste buds that look like cracked hearts spelling your name. There's a flame in my throat, burning from the feathers you plucked from the wings that once made my heart soar, but I don't choke up tears of wishing you were here. I suffocate on the weakness you … Continue reading Broken Hammer – Stephanie Bennett-Henry

Unmade Bed – Stephanie Bennett-Henry

  I never could make sense out of my own heart. The way it hurts like it was broken in the womb, and I reach for everything like an umbilical cord. I wonder about the moment when this life became too bright for the battlefield behind my eyes. I close them, thinking maybe I can … Continue reading Unmade Bed – Stephanie Bennett-Henry