I’M THE GIRL
I’m the girl who loves cats, scrawny or fat, fluffy or flat, cuddly or coy. I’m the girl who loves…
Stalked by Demons | Guarded by Angels
I’m the girl who loves cats, scrawny or fat, fluffy or flat, cuddly or coy. I’m the girl who loves…
As I may have mentioned once or thrice, I suck at art. And the thought of doing art therapy leaves…
I have to do art therapy while I'm incarcerated as an inpatient. I can't begin to put into words how…
How small a world becomes when locked away, be that lock constructed of our own fruition.
The days were cold, And the skies were grey. The bare branches swaying in the swift brisk wind. Still, the…
You held me, in the palm of your hands, When I was young, red-faced and new. You held my hand,…
To eat or not to eat. That is the question.Choose. To write or not to write.Choose....
There's a cloak wrapped tight around me. A cloak of grief. A cloak of fear. A cloak of wanton weariness.
My grandmother passed away in her sleep overnight. I've been caring for her the past ten years. On Tuesday she…
I introduced myself to my fellow writers in the awakening authors course I'm starting soon. I introduced myself in verse…
He wants me. He needs me. He loves me. He sounds interested and knowing. He...
… a thumping heart … a tight chest … short, quick breaths … a knot...