spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Ray-ray always took extra care when preparing to meet Danny. She used to primp and preen, addressing each curl with precision and care. The dark dreads would stand straight out if she let them. But Danny was worth it. She would apply the hair… Continue Reading “Sometimes Life Does”
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”
you see what you wantyou say I’m a star, blue and distantmaybe you’re not entirely wrongI may be distantbut the cold shoulder isn’t without reasonthe closer I draw inyour gravity, as such, is a magnetI’m drowningor at leastI would beif not for the cold… Continue Reading “Say What You Will”
For nineteen years, I was beat and belittled into quiet submission. I was trained to understand I would never measure up. I laughed too loud, I talked too much, I read the wrong things, I didn’t fit in, I didn’t understand my peers. I… Continue Reading “Thoughts on a Windy November Afternoon”
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”
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