Row By Row

I don't want to fall for another blue eyed disaster

I keep telling my heart no

I feel its rhythm getting faster

With each passing glance my stomach drops once more

My dignity is on the floor

It's too late to save myself

There was nothing I could do to stop it

Feet swept out from under me

Trembling hands in coat pockets

Blurred vision and bruised values

So I sit

Waiting

Anticipating

Waiting for you to do what you’re good at

Making me crumble apart 

Pushing me further into the ground

I find myself building up my wall brick by brick

Silently

Trying not to make a sound

Waiting for you to do what you’re good at

Repeatedly breaking my heart   

Stop the ticking clock

I’m back inside

Locked

Surprising emotions fill me with fear

Trying to remember if he was ever really here

Just behind my belly button flowers grow

Black, purple and blue
Row by row

By S. Cyr

Braid Series

This past week I went home for reading week from my College and decided to shoot a couple photographs of my sister involving braided hair. I decided instead of having her braided hair in her actual hair, that I would make it different and have the braids covering her eyes, which made me decide that I also wanted the shoot to be very dark and make the viewer question the photographs.