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Im in too deep. I started to dig. I struck oil. Black memories I cannot escape. I remember. And I wont forget again. Im in too deep. Drowning. And I cannot come up for air. Swallowing denial. Is there any truth here? Im in too deep. Your filthy hands. Skimming pure innocence. Corrupted flesh. Shouting your commands. I remember. And I wont forget ( Read more... )

Midnight trains. Falling rain. Half past when. Come home to my hands. I burned our memories on the fireplace. Smoke rose. Ash settled. It did nothing to rid me of the emptiness. Fine wine. Does not silence my sorrows. Drowning. Our lost love floats. Dead. Out to sea at the edge of a nameless bottle. Never to be rescued. Come home to my hands. That ( Read more... )

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I've been laying awake thinking. Perhaps im not bound to my midwestern surroundings. Perhaps im not doomed to being a young married mother. Perhaps I can travel along the shore line, moving when the wind commands, writing each experiance, learning each new language, smoking way too many packs of cigarettes, laugh all the way along. I have a dear ( Read more... )

Pictured is my Patron Saint, Saint Catherine of Siena

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Today I had an 8month year old burn victim and a 2 year old with HIV/AIDS brought into me. What'd you do with your day?