Til There Was Quiet
Fleeing, hiding, escaping, self-harm. Kneeling, reeling, holding herself, overcome. Misery, apathy, nothingness, alone. Clear tears, red tears, side by side as one. Crying, dying, she exhaled and was gone. ©May Continue Reading →
Tag Archives: insight
She Learned
She learned… paint a smile, pull it to the eyes, see through their lies, and assist them when their deceits stumbled. Aiding their deceptions was well advised, for to do Continue Reading →
A Pill to Hold
How lucky she was, how fortunate in so many ways, there were no more worries, even on cloudy days. Her smiling analyst had a pill for loneliness, a substitute for Continue Reading →
Revisiting World Building in Pannulus
The Pannulus map is done, but more important, it’s done far ahead of schedule. Another map? Yup, but the story for this one is different than the other two. The Continue Reading →
Yesterday’s Dinosaurs
They’re gobbling up the planet and themselves, no thought for tomorrow only wealth. They’re yesterday’s dinosaurs, learning nothing from before, looting the future so they can have more. They ridicule Continue Reading →
Strangled Heart
Strangled heart, open so long, so long longing, wanting to love, waiting to give, but instead lamenting. Strangled heart, its passion shriveling, its strength withering, fading to dust, pain turned Continue Reading →
Stream of Consciousness Interview
Recently, I was contacted by myself and asked if I was interested in being interviewed, and after some messaging back and forth, a time was set when we’d be together. Continue Reading →
How Writing Exposed My Oxygen Deprivation
Please bear with me because this sounds like it’s going to be an odd post (and it’s a bit long), but it’ll make sense in the end. This is a Continue Reading →
Writer’s Key
Helpless, watching the door lock itself in her mind, the answers sought hidden on the other side. Screaming, beating the desk beside the page, the lock failing to disengage. Locked Continue Reading →
Breaking
What a little girl shouldn’t have to understand, knowing there was no magic, no safe place, no fantasy land. In the dark, not sleeping, holding tight the doll she swore Continue Reading →