To My Sons

Boys - I see you See your hands over hers, push the swing higher and higher She trusts you not to let her fall. I am proud of you. Boys - I see you See your hunger as you crowd around my table after basketball with your father, spaghetti and garlic bread heaped onto plates... Continue Reading →

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Dear Grandmother

Let me begin by saying, Grandmother, that if you're reading this, I'm sorry.  I asked you to unfollow this blog.  I asked you to step back.  If you're reading this, it's your own fault.  I warned you. But then, maybe you need to read this.  Maybe you need to hear what I have to say. ... Continue Reading →

Dirty Laundry

Warning: This post contains a brief discussion of suicidal ideation and an extensive discussion of unwanted sexual attention.

Crash. Burn.

Didn't see that coming. Oh well. Try again next time. Next life. Next time I am something. The end. This is just a blank wall that I'm staring at, wondering what it means. What is this. Why. She screamed, you know. It hurt. Ripped me in two pieces, two halves of an infant child floating... Continue Reading →

Perfect World

Perhaps you've thought of a perfect world, painted it in your head and wished you could live in it from time to time. While I'm sure you and I are very different people, I'm willing to bet our perfect worlds aren't all that different.

i don’t know

someone help me please someone help me because i can’t think straight anymore pieces of my soul break away break apart pain clouds my mind and i don’t know what’s real and what’s a lie someone help me because the things i used to be sure of i’m not what surety can there be when... Continue Reading →

Old

Trigger warning: The following post contains brief mentions of depression and anorexia.  The first time I realised I looked old, I was eighteen years, seven months, twenty-four days and about sixteen hours old. I couldn't tell you the exact time, of course. I think the doctors, nurses and my mother were a little preoccupied when... Continue Reading →

Monsters

How do you excise the bitterness, self, he left you for safekeeping? Somehow, when he disappeared, all his anger stayed, became yours through osmosis.

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