Every time I speak up
trying to mend us...
Sitting in the dark,
ruminating...
Here you are
following the same pattern...
I held myself up,
just like any other day...
Burn you out
Burn you out...
The room is quiet, save for the ticking
The ticking of a clock that won’t wait...
The day I let pornography in,
I didn’t even know what I was letting in...
“untethered”
shelves of faces wheel past our names...
I’m sorry for my depressing posts.
Usually I’m more inspired...
I want to be completely alone,
my husband and children gone...
A beautiful bride.
Cherry blossom dress and veil...
She was a child of 15
when she had a child of her own...