In Memory
Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you. I loved you so . . . Twas Heaven here with you. ~Isla Paschal Richardson I’m drowning with out you.
Read MoreShrieking sounds of fucking silence
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
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 MoreWeeding out the undesirables
Write. 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
Female 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 […]
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