She looks in the mirror. What does she see? Isn’t even a reflection of me. So meek, so shy, so passive is she. What she is, that isn’t even me. Who is this stranger beneath the sheets? Who stands there bare staring back at me? I thought I knew. I thought I could see. Every time I start to know.. boom. It isn’t even me. Will I ever know the truth, will I ever see? What the truth is behind “me.” I’m...
“What is this?” Holding up a small purple stud.
“Babe, (look of amusement) that is YOUR earring”
(Eyebrow raise)
*The click*
I do have some of similar color.. it was a pack.
I smile, “mmmhmmm”
He laughs, “you handed it to me in the middle of the night weeks ago.”
I lean over and quickly peck his lips.
Then slide the earring in my purse to see if I have a match later....
Wait.
Watch.
Wait.
Wait.
Worry.
Beat yourself up.
Worry more.
Wait.
Endless cycle for a hyper sensitive person.
Hide your pain and force a soft smile
It’s easier to pretend to not feel
The way you care leaves gashes in your heart
Flip the switch
Drop off that ledge that holds you on
Force anger that pushes the sick from your belly
Be silent
Hold your tongue
Cower
Embrace that once beaten girl onc...
Mads has freckles and creamy skin
She has so much beauty she hides within
Long thick brunette hair
Her face is most beautiful when it is bare
Bluest of eyes will lock you in a trance
The random break out moments of dance
Blaring music and singing out loud
She would make any parent proud
She’s smarter than she would ever admit
When she puts her mind to it she doesn’t quit
She’s fun loving and witt...
If only..
he could see
the view of HIM from me
Gold flecks that mesmerize
In hauntingly pale blue eyes
Contagious smile can’t help but grin
Locks of auburn and scruffy chin
Soft touches upon the face
Makes my heart quicken pace
Way he calls me babe
My wobbly legs might just cave
Body is a work of art
I even giggle when he lets a fart
Tantalizing fingers that lock in mine
He is my ultimate partner...
For seventeen years the missing girl has haunted her. It was a heavy weight she carried, the unfinished. They had never found a body, which always left her unsettled. She felt it was time to re-examine with fresh eyes like she did every year since. She fumbled through the old case files. She sprawled out the photos from the scene in a side by side pattern on the table before her. She grazed over t...
She’s always doubting. Always second guessing. The memories of the past haunt her. Her entire life everyone she’s ever known or even loved she was not pretty enough, not skilled enough, smart enough, or if she tried she would fail. Failure loomed above her head. She got it in her mind that even if she tried it wouldn’t turn out right. So why even try at all? When she tried to get close her insecur...
Soft cotton sliding against the skin as it falls to the floor.
Nightdress in crumples at her feet.
Clip unhinged, loose falling waves of honey wheat cascade against her back.
She steps out from the rumpled heap of cloth left on the floor.
The ends of hair tickle her middle back as they graze ever so softly from the hint of any movement.
She places herself in front of the oversized oval mirror.
...
It was the worst kind of day to be lost and alone on a mountain. The wind felt like invisible hands pushing against her body as she tried to trudge forward. She braced herself against the wind, tightening her arms across her chest and leaning slightly forward. Her blonde hair whipped in every direction behind her. She removed the hair tie she always wore on her right wrist and quickly pulled her h...
