The first thing I noticed was that I was sad. The second thing I noticed was that I was sick. The third thing I noticed was that I was funny.
But here I am, 28 years old standing before the opening doors of closeted memories. Memories worse than my nightmares, worse than what I had thought I escaped. Memories I thought I killed and buried have been dug out of their graves.
And now, time for a poem and some random feeling spilling! FICTION You appeared to be verisimilar Now you’re unfamiliar Even the exterior I couldn’t be wearier All the better Considering the weather I’ll put […]
DAYS ( I wrote this about nine years ago now but I still think it’s worth sharing despite its age. 19 year old me was a whole other animal) You are telling me it’s too […]
I often have a hard time keeping up with my “blog,” despite the fact that I consistently have numerous things to talk/write about. Motivation, circumstance, health, my chaotic life…it all muddles me up and I […]
TRIGGER WARNING: The recordings I am sharing here are not suitable for most likely any audience. Though they are readings of a thirteen year old girls diary, they are dark in nature and contain sexual […]
(I feel like) Someone Else I used to think everything I ever felt Is out there being said better by somebody else Like I love my husband, but a little more when he’s my […]
Confessions Over Tea Baby left rime Round the edges of infinity Disguised as pearls And hanged herself From your apartment door She froze concave, then Planting arrows, whispering Paper moth wings Behind your […]
He’d done this all before. He’d talk to the girls and boys, fathers and mothers. He’d get what he could and he’d eat them up. Like I said, he wasn’t a person and he was not human. He was something else. It was something much simpler than that