Category: Blogs
Destroyer
Never content, you drew wayward thrills from my fear of abandonment. Fastidious, you picked my bud smelt it gently, then squashed it underfoot. You left with quiet force, your silent footfall boomed in my ears. split the space where we stood. Photo Credit: MattysFlicks Flickr via Compfight cc
Found Wanting: Burning With Anger, The Hidden Truth of Eating Disorders
At my childhood best friend Ashley’s house, the pantry was big enough to sit in, and when we were bored, we did just that, eating whatever was around us. The pantry was long and narrow, cool and dark, with hardwood floors obscured by tins of flour and multi-flavored popcorn. It Read more
A Confession of Madness and a Glass of Bordeaux
Fingers are monsters, hands are storms, they clench and shipwrecks bubble from knuckles and children are turned into orphans and little birdies are tortured, wings go wrong, and sun goes moon and dark slams into light and someone somewhere gives up the fight too many pills, too many potions, too Read more
honeycomb
we grow in towers and in hightides and blossom with the coming of winter in the anomaly of bittersweet outbursts we find some comfort in woolen sweaters. our lack of empathy, guarded in the white cuffs around our necks; there are tears meditating on your face, but we cry rebellion Read more
Be The Part
Alone/Connected/Absolving/Regretting/Dismissive Walk the room in a waltz-like mode With heels and a tote, your lip gloss in a smear The garden, then, was at the back of the house Where we spend our days in some calculated abandonment All while baking cakes Reading journals of dystopian vision While I cut Read more
BEGUILE
You are under the mistaken delusion that you are still capable of beguiling me. Oh no, that ended years ago when first you thought to abandon me. Hypnotize perhaps. Beguile never. Photo Credit: NuCastiel Flickr via Compfight cc
Beige Violence
this abuse didn’t come in black and blue. his fists never ricocheted off her veins as they spiderwebbed into plum colored welts, blood never bloomed crimson peonies from the corners of her mouth or rooted between the cracks in her teeth. but I saw him feast behind her wooden ribs Read more