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If my Mom were a shape she would be a Myriagon because her personality seems round at first, but she really has a thousand sides. If my Mom were a weather condition she would be a meteor because she suddenly … Continue reading
I have no death sentence. The light of day still falls as it had done before, only now the evening comes with a bit more grace.
When you’re sick and need an operation you adjust your fears so that you can do what you need to. When your body is cut and something removed you adjust your body to be accepting of that space. It’s not … Continue reading
I want to fall in love, kiss in the moonlight, paint the sky red. I want you to write me a love poem.
Oh, to be Samantha in Bewitched or Jeannie in I Dream of Jeannie, Staring for hours, autographed pictures on my bedroom wall, dreaming of a different place with no compulsion or obsession, only once upon a time and happily ever … Continue reading
My splintered psyche aches from over-thinking. Endless days and nights, a series of reruns. Death lurks, looks square into my eyes. I am not afraid.