To all those suffering: I mean you no harm. I understand what it’s like to be hurt. I understand what it’s like to be angry. I understand what it’s like to be abused. But, to all of those who have abused another, who will never find peace within themselves: it is for you that I … Continue reading The Other Side of the Story
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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
Colloquially Speaking 