spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
it hurts like claws digging inthe betrayalthe wickednessvicious claws tearing, grippingnever letting go it wasn’t just the wordsit was what lay between the wordslies lies lies!and I never saw it comingnever thought it possible how you held my heart in the one handand her… Continue Reading “White Spaces”
The first time she climbed through my bedroom window in the middle of the night I was ten and she was eight. She didn’t say anything, just clung to me beneath my purple unicorn blanket and quivered. I wrapped my arms around her and… Continue Reading “Through The Window”
This really met me right where I’m at. I hope you’ll go to her blog and read the full piece. Now my mouth doesn’t know what my shadow is saying. Motor Motor nerve. Damage. (How?) Peripheral. (Vision?) Damaged. These are the bumps in my… Continue Reading “Motor REBLOG”
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