I want to believe I have this under control. I want to believe if they just give me another 6 or 9 months I can figure this out.
Salt Stained Rain
After a while, people stop wanting to hear about what you've been through. And I feel guilty talking about it half the time anyway, because I doubt my memories, and even when I stand firm, people still don't believe me. My birth family surely doesn't. They called me a liar, a lover of drama and... Continue Reading →
i’m dragging my feet…
i’m dragging my feet to bed (to bed)shattered and achinghalf dead, half deadwith exhaustion i’m tired and i needto sleep, to resti can't take anymore ofthis tangled messaround me the darkness of sleep seemsso welcomingthe warmth of unconsciousness,blanket of peaceand lilies No. walk on for there’s still workto do (to do)and people relyingon you, on youto... Continue Reading →
Charlotte is screaming in my head i named Her Charlotte after Bertha Mason(this makes sense in my screaming head)She climbs the walls of my skullalternately laughing and cryingand always screamingalways, always screaming i get so desperate to shut her up that i caress dangercold knives graze my fingertipsjust a little harderbleed the woundwarm baths invite... Continue Reading →
I feel the dreams lurking in the corners of my room after I wake. They drain my day. This strange amalgam of fiction and reality...
The Paradox of a Smile
I got a lot of interesting feedback from my last post. Mainly bewilderment. I blame myself. I use this blog as a way to flex my writing muscles, but if you ever read one of my novels or my recent poetry, you'd notice a difference in tone. For instance, my current work in progress contains... Continue Reading →
I'm having so much difficulty, as of late, finding a way to vent my pain. It's currently backed up in my head in the form of an endless scream. I drown it out with books and cooking shows and crushing candy. Plastic screens and magic black squiggles that envelope the here and take me... Continue Reading →