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I wish it could be heard what I want to say but can not speak. I wish I could be found somewhere among the others. I wish I were special to someone. I am buried by sex. I am buried in shadows. I am buried in guilt. I am buried in shame. I am buried […]
Read MoreThe 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 […]
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