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...
Starlight leaks through clouds that weep,
While shadows crawl and silence creep...
My feet are cold,
and my hands are trembling, reaching out for help...
To find a temporary shelter in the quiet stillness...
There I lay asleep, my body worn from wounds of a...
My lullabies were screams
To me they sounded sweet...
I was raised in a town of killers
But I didn’t see their blades...