Rachael Bills
Attorney by day, lost soul seeking to reconnect with the creativity that law school beat out of me by night.
Rachael Bills
Attorney by day, lost soul seeking to reconnect with the creativity that law school beat out of me by night.
Attorney by day, lost soul seeking to reconnect with the creativity that law school beat out of me by night.
Attorney by day, lost soul seeking to reconnect with the creativity that law school beat out of me by night.
Everything happens for a reason
Utter shit
A glimpse of happiness, ripped out of me
Viciously
Time moved at a fast crawl
There one moment and gone the next
Her eyes that never got to open and see my face. Her tiny mouth that never made a sound. Legs that didn’t stretch or run. Arms that never begged to be picked up
Sometimes in the silence I can hear her heart beating.
Only an echo.
Wha...
Over.
Such weight in two syllables
She felt it first like a punch to her sternum
Quick
Sharp
She was gasping for air, but getting none
She felt the word wrap around her middle like a vise
The squeeze was nauseating
The tears burned her cheeks
Then cooled
They continued their erosive path for days
Was it weeks?
Sobs escaped her long after the pools of her eyes had become arid and dry
Sh...
“Can you toss me that blanket, babe?”
“Of course, you cold, hon?” He hands me the light throw off the back of the couch.
“So cold! I can feel my nose getting cold.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, my nose is cold.”
“Yeah, but you can’t feel the cold with your nose.”
“What? Of course I can!”
“No you can’t. You could touch your nose with your finger and feel that it’s cold with your finger, but...
I first saw you on my birthday
You were not the plan
We drove miles up the mountain
To the animal sanctuary, coming to see another dog…Cliff? Charlie?
We brought your soon-to-be “sister” in tow, already a neurotic mess of a puppy. She fell in the pool the night we took her home. She’s never fully recovered
Living Free Animal Sanctuary
Free living in rectangular outdoor cages of fencing
Little pr...
Eleanor was down to her last five dollars. It had all begun as a joke. She remembered laughing as she tugged Mark to the door of the fortune tellers shop, stepping through the beaded purple curtain, not noticing the three or four beads that fell to the ground at her touch.
Her last laugh caught in her throat when she sat down at the small table and caught her distorted reflection in the large gl...
When you smiled
and I had to know you.
When we embraced in secret,
but watched our closely guarded ardor
pour recklessly over our entwined hands.
Were we fated to hide our beginning
even from ourselves
until our passion proved the dam was worthless?
Ah, but what is fate,
If not choice
After choice, after choice?...