The thing is, she’s dangerous. That’s what she had been told. Laughable, really. Sitting on the bathroom floor popping a xanax didn’t make her feel dangerous. Yet, there was that boom, boom, boom beat to her heart. It pounded and drove her dangerously to the edge of reality […]
Her heart was racing. She wanted to breathe in and breathe out calmly. But she couldn’t. Her breathing was staggered. Her hands were shaking. She was dropping everything in hand except for her fears and anxieties. She could hear the thrush in her own ear and head. She […]
She stood to the side playing with the shadows. They were searching high and low for her but she managed to keep ahead. Yet, she knew the darkness would take over. She felt herself becoming more and more bitter. Her happy place rotting with sour apples. She would […]
She craved sweetness in her life. Hmm. Sugar. Sustenance. Mixed in with saltiness. No bitterness. There was too much of that in life right now. She cracked a few eggs and went about making breakfast for everyone. They all needed (wanted) their eggs cooked differently. And, she would […]
She woke up early anticipating what was to come. She knew sge was blinded ny love, hate, fear, and hope. She was a walking smorgasbord of contradictory emotions. Her heart was all rapid palpitations. She had no way of calming her heart. She just had to keep walking […]
Tonight I mourn I grieve for everything I have lost I fault myself for the fractures A tsunami of painful memories A tidal wave of sorrow A collapse of the shield A minefield of regrets A puddle of neverending tears A review of the missteps A will to […]
There’s time Perhaps The glass stays in the cupboard The candle on the shelf Can’t throw them out Can’t stare at them The garbage awaits But not quite yet Soon Soon, though
Ask a woman who has given birth about that childbirth pain. More often than not she will note it had been excruciating. However, more often than not, she will also not be able to tell you based on memory what it really felt like. The memory of how […]
We are certainly cursed to be living in interesting times. Don’t know whether to laugh or laugh some more. I don’t want to say cry. Yet, as I was walking the city streets all masked up I started thinking about people crying. Crying a lot. Despondent. In pain. […]
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
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