I watch her. From a distance of teenage angst. Shes sad. She has sad eyes. I know this, but im not strong enough to help her. I am weak right now. Or maybe im as strong as i ever have been. Either way, i do not have the energy to keep her afloat. At best, i can wave at her from the dockside as she flounders amongst lifes waves whacking her around.

I watch her. My child. My baby of five. As i pre...

I’d say I’m leaving

But you’re already gone.

I’d explain my leaving

But you already left.

I’d tell you I’m leaving

But you took off first.

I’d ask you to stay

If you could hear my sincerity.

I’d ask you to love me

If you could not lie.

I’d wonder if….

If….

If….

I once heard someone say

If you’re wondering if a trial run would work

I have news for you

It wont. It would’ve worked. It didnt.

T...

She sat, curled into herself on the hard wooden floor. The youngest kids’ screams were only muffled a small bit when she slammed the door shut for some quiet. This chaos was not hers. This chaos was her bff’s. Her best. Friend. Forever. (Foreshadowing: they will no longer speak). Her bff! Now shes screaming herself. Being beaten in the ribs and her young 15 year old breasts. He knew how to hit her...