I try to cross my legs under the table without ripping my pantyhose on the cheap rough wooden texture.
The dress that i bought especially for this evening, clashes with the hideous florar patterns of the nylon covered chairs I’m sitting on. Continue reading
To my Baby girl;
Allow me just a moment to get a bit irrational.
I’m your mother, I tend to get a little emotional. Continue reading
Five little monkies jumping on the bed
One fell down and bumped his head
Mamas not here to call the doctor
And plus the doctor is dead.
Last we heard is he got shot in the head. Continue reading
We made a promise u and i
Sat underneath the dark sky
We promised wed never let them tear us apart.
We’d struggle, we’d fight, wed tear out their hearts Continue reading
I wait to be possessed
“My beloved, come take away the pain” Continue reading
Sci·am·a·chy noun [sahy-am–uh-kee]: an act or instance of fighting a shadow or an imaginary enemy.
I keep my eyes closed because I know if I open them she’ll be there. I don’t want to deal with her. For once I want to enjoy the few minutes of perfect serenity that has washed over me, bathing me with warmth and a rare sense of peace. But she’s approaching. I know because its getting dark and the warmth is leaving my body with a bone-deep chill. The pool of tranquility I was swimming in is rippling with tension. And just like always, the rippling become waves and the waves turn into aggressive rip tides. No matter how much I resist, I end up being pulled down through whirl pools of tumultuous emotions. Continue reading