published and hospitalized

One of my blog posts was published on The Mighty. That’s exciting for me. I’m also going acute inpatient for suicidal urges and self harming. I am going in today.  I’ll be back soon.  I’m sure I’ll do some writing while I’m there, so maybe I’ll return with a masterpiece lol!  

paper

The wreckage of her soul is poetic.  Her verses cascade from her eyes in iambic pentameter. Her survival is a fiery resilience, that engulfs her parchment; each page set aflame  and extinguished in her storm. There is beauty in how she rises from her ruins, in the midst of her own destruction.

i am responsible for my own haunting

On days like this, I am the house and the ghost, responsible for my own haunting. My brain is a revolver with, “Am I good enough?” in every chamber. So I turn into a factory that only makes the word “yes” and I say it until I can easily Mistake it for the truth, but […]

gravity

I rise out of the chasm.  My feet are firm, securely lodged on solid terrain. I am recuperating, but I remain unsteady.  The wind caresses my hair, teasing and testing my verve.  With a solitary squall, I collapse.  The force is cataclysmic. All radiance wavers into obscurity again. I plummet at Gravity’s command.  It’s heavy […]

SAAM

April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month and I’m going to tell my story.  If you have been sexually assaulted and you need a friend, I’m just one click away.  There are many resources available and before I begin, I feel I should share a few: – RAINN (Rape, Abuse, and Incest National Network) – National […]

oceanic magnificence

Envision the ocean. Above this oceanic magnificence is a soaring, glorious, stunning wave; gliding gracefully over the surface of the sea. ┬áIn a decisive haste beneath the wave, all life swims frenetically in the direction contrary to the wave’s course. The wave is blithe and liberated. The wave is in command of its path. There […]

cae

You pulse through my veins. Icy, as you trek the lines your fingers once graced. Left behind is the chill of the memory of your touch. Aching is the hollow amid my breasts; aching for you. Left behind is the heart you shattered. You fucking broke every inch of my being. You walked away, never […]