Category: women

Bleeding pieces of me

Sharp shards of me Streaming down the coast Screaming for attention Sending frozen shivers across the back Subtlety in the background Silence needing to be extinguished Some dark days ahead, but Surely some light must emerge Shards of me shimmering in the moonlight

She was going to thrive

Nope. Not going to happen. No way. No how. No ifs or buts. No tantrums. No lies. No giving in. No budging. No crocodile tears. No time. No. Nope. No. She would keep repeating herself until she finally listened to herself. No more. She was no punching bag. […]

She was going to burn

Fire. Hot. Blazing. Her mind was racing and in overdrive about to burst into open flames. She couldn’t focus. She tried to distract herself but nothing readily worked. She took to pulling at her scabs. She took to biting her nails and arms. She walked and talked quickly. […]

Missing my belt loops

We all have our quirks. That is why I never understand when someone is noted for or described as being quirky. I suppose there is a quirky scale or continuum whereby some people are way quirkier than others. I myself have been noted as being quirky. Very quirky. […]