Friday, January 30, 2015
And when they blistered I started to cry
Because that meant in time, it would hurt less, and eventually go away.
And I cannot say I'd know who I am without the pain.
This ache is all I have left of you
And I don't want to lose that too.
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Sunday, January 18, 2015
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
Her voice is cold, familiar, snaking itself around and pulling me to her.
She was the echo off comforting bathroom floors, the constant gentle murmur that would find me when the flush of toilets drowned out all thought.
There are so many days you have fooled yourself into thinking you've run far enough away,
Until she finds you.
And oh, she always knows where to find you.
Sunday, January 11, 2015
Monday, January 5, 2015
Tripping up on all the questions that play on the edge of her tongue and
Finding spaces between sentences for doubt to paint ugly pictures
She wanders, eyes closed, back into places of safety.
Back to a place where she can find proper footing,
Back to where it is okay to take a breath