It’s this time of year again and I’m thinking of you…wondering…how you’ve been. Wishing you could see me now…look at me with those big, big eyes…maybe even smile. It’s late…you should have come home from school long ago…I ache to see you burst through the door. The bag we would have picked…together…slung over your slight … Continue reading I Miss You
Can You Hear Me?
Can you hear me? I search your face, looking for a hint of understanding. There is no sympathy for me. Hurt clouds your vision, blocking your mind from mine, and you can’t hear me. I bow my head. The silence grows. It is creeping under my skin, eating at my flesh from the inside. I … Continue reading Can You Hear Me?
Hurt
Eyes…fearful eyes…peer over the trench… …pale neck stretching to greet the blade… …back arched in eager anticipation… …knees bent to absorb the shock… …hands raised in wordless prayer… …please…please…please… …silence… The blade falls…the world is still… …for a moment… Rushing forward…screaming…cursing…throat dripping shrieks of anger…hatred…pain…hurt… …so…much…hurt…
Child of Mine
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, she comes to me. Curling up inside my heart, she begs me to remember her. She wants me to smile as I watch her play. She wants me to giggle bashfully. She wants me to be a child again. She is a very persuasive bedmate, and I follow … Continue reading Child of Mine
Mother of Two
Describe yourself, they say. Make them understand who you are. Use words that paint a picture. Dig deep inside and express your qualities with letters and spaces. Get them to understand you. So, I try. I close my eyes and I dig and dig and dig. In the process, I throw aside the obvious and … Continue reading Mother of Two
Colloquially Speaking 