My heart's boundaries grow like roots under tree leaves; in girth and in strength. via Daily Prompt: Pungent
It's a fight. I'm fighting. We are fighting; my body and I. Without weapons or brute strength, I fight like a mother watching beauty be fed filth. Imagine the her, mother, famished by illusion. Now, the he, father, rummaging through rubbish for sustenance to perpetuate said illusion. My heart hurts. This is vitality. … Continue reading Liminal Prayer
Do I deserve to deserve you? I'm caught up in my feelings; telling myself I should hear from you. But I remember, it must've been like pulling teeth for you. How many days has it been since my last message went unanswered? I've done a few things since then. I've started a second job. I… Continue reading Sleep Quality
Sometimes I misplace words like other people misplace their car keys. Hiding them from myself, so I'll think about what I was doing when I put them wherever I find them. I think I'm the only person who does this. I guess that makes me a narcissist.