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The Hand that Rocks the Cradle Part 1 Do you dare to come a little closer? Can you bare to look me in the face? What is it about me that makes you leave? I do not know how to feel about it. I practice thinking the hole is gone, but the ache returns and […]
Read MoreWrite. Revise. Delete. Write. Revise. Delete. The slow, shy tears of heaviness from an abused child slip out of hiding and slide down my face. I do not feel them. I am overwhelmed. All the monsters visit me, day and night. I can feel no more. But I can not ignore the ones who ask […]
Read MoreFemale Fortunato I realize now how foolish I was. I thought I would never be back here. But there is no mistaking that I have come home for the final time. What a wretched place this is! It feels so primitive, so endemic, that my mind must have been born into this deathless sunset. Though a citizen of dejection, I was never […]
Read MoreIt is really not sad. It was always our destiny. A deathly emptiness is encamped in our soul. My mind is a mass grave, an accumulation of broken bits who could not last. With trailing blankets and toys clutched securely, they crawl to their final place. Let them not weep. Let them know that it […]
Read MoreI want to let go. There are no fluffy words or poetic sentiments I can muster tonight. My thoughts are halted by the regime of exhaustion and apathy. I want to speak, but the air devours my words before they may be heard. I have not felt this alone in many dark moons. Helpless. Hopeless. […]
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