I ASK MYSELF
Why do I do this? The habit of self flagellation unbearable yet I find my place here time and again pick… pick… pick… ouch. Why do I do this? Thrown […]
Tag Archives: dVerse
Lost in coffee
Finding my place was so much more than searching for an empty table Two chairs when I really wanted there to be only one, solitary me Chatter ahead and lurking […]
Shine
‘If it isn’t fun, it isn’t worth doing.’ Eight words. Eight words is all it took to tell me everything I needed to hear. Like the flick of a rubber […]
No vacancies
For the longest time, the side of your face was all you could lend ‘no vacancies’ the sign that hung at the windows in your eyes and yet you weren’t […]
Plastic Daffodils
How do you prepare yourself for life as a little girl lost How do you prepare yourself for a sharp February morning when the chill bites your nose and the […]
Stepping Stones
Mere stepping stones I tread as I jump through the hoops formed by the hangman’s noose on a path to somewhere I can’t see Forward I go again, into another […]
Words Fail Me
Source: my.opera.com via Kelli on Pinterest Fear is a medal at my breast I earned the sharp pin, it sticks me like a test. Of strength and […]
Needle Scratch
Source: vk.com via Alina on Pinterest sharp steel scratches ink spills in and stains tender skin of fifteen years with a buzz, sting, buzz, sting, and I know this is just another melody […]
The Upturned Barrow
Little beauty to be found in the contents of an upturned barrow just the weeds and dead ends of summer’s final sighs Our wheel, once punctured, now wobbled the metal […]
call for acceptance (the me you see)
Holding the receiver, left ear burning to your echo I wonder why I never hear it […]
