She picked bouquets of paper flowers as grandeur whispered poignant secrets in her fragmented thoughts. They were magical enigmas, beautiful words which made listening to them easy. She was floating in a delusional world, a chaotic expanse of an absent mind, soaring among the stars. Reality was an illusion; a long-forgotten memory and an old … Continue reading Dancing with Butterflies
*****This piece depicts a scene which may be uncomfortable, though not graphic***** ***Contains Sexual and Abuse material*** *Read with care* You are drunk. Your breath reeks of spiced rum, with the after taste of plastic. I smell it in my nightmares as you lay beside me, breathing down my neck. Your sick mind wanders down … Continue reading Plastic Cup of Spiced Rum
TRIGGER DISCLAIMER: This contains a mildly descriptive sexual scene. If this is something you are sensitive to, read at your own risk. It is my story... Please be respectful. He had small hands, and they roamed my body deliberately. It seemed innocent enough; massaging my shoulders and upper back. His attentions were a new experience, and … Continue reading Basement of Alcoholic Secrets
He found me rocking back and forth in our bedroom closet, silent tears soaking my jeans. My heart was breaking. The man I loved, and who was supposed to love me, was manipulating my world to serve his selfish desires. I was being shoved aside as I began to fight against his words and actions; … Continue reading Empty Whiskey Bottles
You would be a terrible mom. My bare feet stuck to the linoleum as I paced back and forth in the bathroom. Panic was in full bloom, or perhaps it was the anxiety of the unknown. This was a test of will; days of waiting to confirm what I already presumed to be true, were tormenting. … Continue reading Beginning of You
Water beat the top of her head in an endless stream of droplets. Tears were drowned out by the river pouring down her face. Her world was collapsing. The feeling of worthlessness was beyond overwhelming; she felt unlovable. It was supposed to be a happy time, a cherished time, but her emotions were drawing her … Continue reading Shower Rain
"Hey Shara!" Brandon hollered. I hurried out of sight, turning crimson for being seen - especially by him. He was my crush, if an eight year old could have one. Neighborhood friends, we spent most of our free time at each other's houses, doing a variety of activities: football, baseball, basketball, trampolines, hide and seek, … Continue reading Playing House
I don't remember when the shadows entered me; if they were always there, or found their way in. They are the demons I battle every day. With or without constant support, they will always linger in the back ground – waiting for the time to escape and strike. Hungry beasts, they feed on my emotions; … Continue reading My Vulnerability
Aaron was gulping down his anger with cheap vodka, hiding from the world to drown in his self-induced sorrows. It was a routine, at times – fighting then drinking, drinking then fighting. It was as if he wanted it to happen.
Letters on my Heart 