…there was nothing…but to keep chasing the high, reality became too painful…married you so…you could not testify against him?…
Grumble. Growl. Grunt. . Swear. Sweat. Stomp. . Punch. Pound. Pant. . Breathe. Binge. Boss. . Shout. Scream, Smear. . Fall in a heap, exhausted. Then get up, clean up, and do it all over again. . There is joy in this. This “living” we do. No matter how sweaty, or dirty, or ugly, this […]
I am here again, on lock down of my own making. Wanting the isolation while longing for company. I feel unsure, unsteady, and oh, so tired. The dialogue inside my head has slowed, and the gist of it is dire, down and miserable. I hate myself like this, and that adds to my misery because […]
Out of the Storm.
Rough Day at the Ranch
it’s really late again. Each night I seem to stay up later, always listening to hear if Dad gets up in the night. I don’t want him to leave or anything. I went ahead last year and purchased an alarm system, thinking I could set it at night, and it would alert me if he […]
“I am more beautiful than these strange, stinky things Mummy”
I enjoy alliteration, as you can see in much of my writing. Using words that all start with the same letter: Misty mountain’s mystical majesty, alone, alive, above the silver sea… That is an excerpt of a poem I wrote in 7th grade. It was lost in the move from the northeast to Florida, an entire […]