p l e a s e   t e a r   m e
i n t o   a   t h o u s a n d   p i e c e s

for your silent destruction
will be the womb
that nurtures
my growth


© Tamara Natividad | | Written 15 February, 2014


One’s perfect method of torture is, appropriately, to devise it.

© Tamara Natividad | | Written 5 February, 2012


carnal lightening reaped my brain with verve
and sickled fever, emotion sloughing clean
my tortured psyche

and who was I to challenge
this narcotic self-ablution –
yet, what of my resolve to linger
in bias mental disarray?

pathetic hypotheticals
engorged my blood
like nothing new
the tension burning scars within this
manic carcass grew


my hybrid-self assaulted what was once
un-failed but often wrong integrity
and swifter than a scarlet blade
my conscience was absconded
to a heaven: peace, release, and ease

had I commanded armies to retreat?
my palsied mind
was finally worth its bloodied ground
and tissues thick with matters
fed on independence
lost amongst the strain

I must remember where I left my genius

© Tamara Natividad | | Written 24 June, 2004