when the room was bright, the scent was harsh, and dark blood stained the birthing table, they were together.
when the dog was wild and school was new and life was a leaf in the wind, they were together.
through the fog of teenhood, the confusion of feeling, the surging lust for freedom, they remained together.
each one’s hand was made for the other’s, perfect and ready like a mold.
each one ...
when she looks at herself she sees vile, she sees shame.
even though in the mirror stands a person who is beautiful.
her features are strong and sharp like the edge of that mirror glass, and her round eyes shine like the light reflected off it.
her hair is as dark as the shadow in the corner, but sun kissed as if by the orange lights above. in small, timid waves, it falls down her sides, twist...
“i’m sorry.” his voice is tender, sincere.
it shatters me, my chest caving and my hands shaking. i must stuff a hand over my mouth to keep quiet. i thank god he cannot see my face.
hot tears overflow from my eyes unrelentingly. i cant see the walls around me. no words form in my brain that i know how to say, so i just lay, curled into a heap on my bed, holding this phone to my ear, crying. i do...
day by day i feel it invading,
this sticky darkness that brings pain.
and day by day i’ve been contemplating
the growing fog in my brain.
who am i now?
who am i now?
i think i’ve lost sight of me.
for i say things now and i do things now that have made me the enemy.
soon i will be swallowed whole,
smudged by its cold, cold finger.
the drugs, the aches, the love, the world,
now nothing of me sh...
when i imagine life without your influence i feel a drop in my stomach that is gripping and dreadful. where would i be now if not for you for all the many things you’ve told me, shown me, done with me, which helped me grow into who i am at this moment?
throughout my life you have been a place of warmth and solace when i had none. your quiet sureness has always provided me strength when i need it...