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 […]
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 […]
Lights on. There were flashbulbs for parties Glistening cubes of silver and plastic pop Instamatic moments that seal in the magic Lights off. There were whispers, always whispers of something […]
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 […]
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 […]
Under a tumble down sky you sat with empty arms and a heavy breast ‘You must eat.’ they said But every time you tried it was too hard to swallow […]
(i) I wasn’t expecting this, or that as a matter of fact yet it was entirely predictable After all, I laid the breadcrumb trail […]
Her last Autumn passed like all the others, no cause for change to a routine as constant as the turn of the calendar Warding off shivered joints and lurking […]
The words punch a hole through my heart and once reeling I shoot missiles from my upturned stomach still churning my buttered ideals At the bottom of […]
No matter how many times I think I’ve finally fixed the broken pieces, I’m drawn again to feel for those raw edges. The crackles creeping under a porcelain glaze […]
Boudica rides forth with the ferocity and courage of a woman pushed to the brink. With nothing left to lose, and I know many like her even now, who bite back […]