He smiles, kissing her many scars, dark eyes paying them homage. Making different
memories, she prays for acceptance. That she will not...
It's not about me, or him, or us. It’s not about shedding the skins of blame or dusting the detritus of what little clarity remains. It's...
Shame thought she was my friend, keeping me safe in silence, cocooned in the quiet knowledge of shared secrets. She didn’t mean to make...
I don’t want your noise
your patronizing cuts
your hands that touch me without feeling
I can’t find my breath
Searching for the pull of his light
To bring me home.