It dawned on me today that I am a writer. I have always ALWAYS viewed myself as an artist. Since I was a little kid able to actually think of myself as ‘something’, I’ve been an artist. One who is never quite happy with her art because the OCD surfaces: lines got to be formed […]
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Imagine that grown, creepy men have been trying to fuck you since you were ten years old. Imagine one of them did, and when you told people, no one believed you. Imagine agonizing over what to wear before you leave the house because you know you’ll be judged for whatever…
nothing was as it seemed truth escaped without saying goodbye abandoned to the darker reality I am without hope or peace I am alone very alone my sun lays quietly behind stone clouds my moon chases another lover and has set in the south the four winds have settled in the hollow the earth speaks […]
take it all away! she screamed as her fists hit the mirror over and over again the regrets and abuse and missteps and misuse the hurt and the tears and the cold accusations the voices they came from all different directions a sister, a mother, a lover, a husband she stooped and she bowed filled […]
Run little girl run Run as fast as your feet can carry you Hide yourself away In the woods, climb a tree High, so high up In the field, ‘neath the tall grass As a tiny mouse Near the sea, amongst the boulders Small as you can be Don’t look behind you Never leave a […]
Day by day she sits in the window staring out as drab-dressed townsfolk pass by. At times one may turn and look at her. Their reaction was always the same: one of macabre desire. Her lips are painted cherry red, her eyes are a bright blue with sparkles, she wears a dainty emerald green dress […]
Fuck this. And fuck the world. She violently pulled the brush through her long wild hair in one last attempt to tame it. Fuck it all to hell. But isn’t this what you do? You make yourself presentable. Put on matching clothes that say, ‘I’m not a slob but I’m also not so vain as […]
you’re standing at the door fiddling with your keys and I hate myself because I know what you want to hear and I don’t have those words inside me or maybe I do but they stay lodged in my throat or maybe more likely I only have them for someone else a someone else that […]
She fucked him to remember She fucked him to forget She fucked him to feel beautiful She fucked him to be someone else She fucked him to drown out the pain She fucked him to feel alive Because when he was deep inside her That’s when the world made sense tara caribou | ©️2017
Passion ignited Devotion captured Heart dismissed Doubts returned Shadows lengthened Light disappeared Darkness descended Head played Promises abandoned Trust deserted Hope wavered Affection discarded Tears cascaded Pleas ignored Mind illuminated Love defeated Lesson learned tara caribou | ©️2018
