The Process
Recovery is a constant state of mind…
Continue ReadingRecovery is a constant state of mind…
Continue Readingthe kisses of sunbeams on my face feel warm. my heart is full, so far from the ragtag, edgy organ that’s worn out from using a year ago. it’s patched up now, got good memories to fill the emptiness that used to gnaw like a vulture picking at my bones. i’ve designed it in careful […]
Continue ReadingOn the night when the pale Moon with its roundness appeared outside my window, I regarded it carefully. Like it was a leech feeding on my thoughts. The knife that I had used to scratch, the wood glinted like sunshine and reminded me of the red blunders I had produced on myself. It was a […]
Continue Readingshe experienced high highs and low lows and when she was happy she didn’t smile she sparkled when she was sad she didn’t cry she cracked the other boys and girls feared the darkness under her eyes the scars on her body so they beat her with words producing blood that no one could see […]
Continue ReadingI don’t know why I inflict physical wounds upon myself I only end up ashamed and embarrassed and wishing I was somebody else I wear long t-shirts when everyone else enjoys the sun it’s safer to avoid any difficult questions and will prevent hurting anyone It has never been easy but I think I have mastered […]
Continue Readingmy guardian angel— she has a harder job description than the others. instead of watching me from a distant puff of heaven, every morning, she must sew my silk skin around her so I don’t have to say one more apology to my body. she has to remind me to breathe; puts her lips right […]
Continue ReadingThe thing about breathing is that despite it all despite how much I don’t want to sometimes, I still want to keep breathing especially on the good days on the days that I am still here mentally physically the days my body and my brain stay together like they should I’ve not had days that […]
Continue Readingi fall down all the time things slip out of my hands my keys her hand the glass dinner plate still intact and fractured her soft words crumbling slipping slowly in between my fingers fragile i trip stub my toe bruise all too easily i walk into trees sometimes people my skin likes to rip […]
Continue ReadingIt was raining the first time I left my body. Mom left the house to be one with the storm. Her shirt was still stained with hot tea when she left, and the floor behind me was still covered in broken glass pieces. Mom had been far away from here again, yelling about Missed Opportunities […]
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